Playing With Fire.

Lifestyle switching to Islam I'm Reading the rich homie Quran My body double is God I'm soul lifting with arms With hands close to my heart My main goal is friends my dad sisters and mom The homeboy with the outta town Boyz And real friends I wish would come around more Show dates an your place I'm on always on tour Mr. 2 but with my dawgs,dawg we been on all fours Double back, I don't get enough from rap I just lost my job for rap Momma stressed, they want us out the crib I heard enough of that At the party praying,lord help me Where the bitches at Bad dog my bitch is bad like zero brim fitted caps Always seem to give my all to people who need me When I need 'em most its getting difficult to talk The last time my gran seen me was on TV After five years I only saw her in a box Tears on my face, blood stains on my old voice Fear on my taste, tough breaks for my world choice Tryna find a way for my conscious Independent ways never payed for my options Ironed out blood ties, locksmith Idols on my phone having small fallouts with Bro's featured fallen heroes its a topic Rest in peace Riky in-between while the plots thick Late night texts from my bro like "you got this" Texts from my mom "you coming back?" But I doubt it, outlet I been incharge of nothing But my actions when im heated Burning through the present then repeat it Going through shit right now don't take photos Brand new bitch walk outside it's a no no I don't trust don't come round me don't know bro They some birds like that old Wu tang logo Not enough fire Not enough fire Not enough fire Not enough hmmm Not enough fire Not enough fire Not enough fire Not enough hmmm New space loving the section I'm still running from exes Hoes gotta problem but text me I put em all on the guest list Those girls come with a lesson I know enough you upset me Knee deep, pockets was heavy We got problems are plenty But you dating a bum bitch I got mouths to feed here I took a lot to be here I only fuck with me here Everythings up for me here Keeping things a buck a spring here Fike nama Boks you see here Pass back catch it I'm clean Made it out the mud shibilika Capitec card was declining when paying for dinners My niggas was scamming like here swipe this Now we don't panic we still got tricks Uber to where no,we got whips They got stoned but we got sticks Bro had a tool he did not fix Povo 'burb middle class kids, eish My whole life I thought God had a message Reality told me to get it Now I got ladies screaming and guys trying to see If they girl ain't the one trying to sex me I'm too focused on making it out It was how many days with dopeboy on the floor He in Canada, I'm on the couch Loadshedding ing'bambile now Had to whisper, had a quick phone call with my sister Seven jackets we moving this winter My one ex fell in love with a stripper Since a teen bitch I knew I'm that nigga Two-two cents is a lot but I'm Julies Save my money but never a bitch When I die they'll remember this shit Fire Not enough fire Not enough fire Not enough hmmm Not enough fire Not enough fire Not enough fire Not enough hmmm Going through shit right now don't take photos Brand new bitch walk outside is a no no I don't trust don't come round me don't know bro They some birds like that old Wu tang logo Not enough fire Not enough fire Not enough fire Not enough hmm Not enough fire Not enough fire Not enough fire Not enough hmm