Fire

More fire!

Uh, in here tryna put out a fire with gasoline

Uh, bullets ringing true amplifiers, it's a murder scene

Uh, and then I saw dem drop one by one

Happiness is a fucking warm gun

True definition of a rider

Disrespectfully

How many of you can say that you love your occupation?

Not to belittle you with it, take this as motivation

Closed cases, smokin' aces from broken places

Cold cases, interrogations to poker faces

Penitentiary living 'tis are beneath me

Blue dress, what a mess, but could never impeach me

If life's a test, motherfucka, we got the cheat sheet

Fuck back to back on you bitches, this shit a three-peat

(I see all these) Petty crimes and pretty dimes in my environment

This shit is timeless, let me present what I'm designing

Mo' money mo' violence, witnesses silent

Call me a tyrant, back on my shit with Andre the Giant

Close ya mouth, let the fucking winners talk

When the war start, you don't wanna get involved (No, no, no)

Smoke you want? Tell 'em, "Bring it on!" (Blow, blow, blow)

Headshot, another funeral

I saw dem drop one by one

Happiness is a fucking warm gun

True definition of a rider

Disrespectfully

Daylight come, she turn into Cinderella then

Run, run, run

Told me I'm her juice and oxygen

But then again, fat assess in my camera lens, it never ends

I'm just back in this bitch relapsing on a binge

Just me and my friends

Infatuated with these M's, that sweet revenge

They tell me life is what you make it, ask MC Ren

The perfect example of how the fucking villain wins

I think I covered all my bases, fuck public relations

Observation operations, I'm due for vacation

My location off the grid, that's privy information

Dead presidents and smoke signals at my inauguration (Easy work)

24/7 and never taking off (I heard)

Blue collars and dollars, the makings of a boss (I deserve)

Besos pesos, I'm mean every ounce

Yeah, it's that same Dogg that you bitches heard about, the word is out

Close ya mouth, let the fucking winners talk

When the war start, you don't wanna get involved (No, no, no)

Smoke you want? Tell 'em, "Bring it on!" (Blow, blow, blow)

Headshot, another funeral

I saw dem drop one by one

Happiness is a fucking warm gun

True definition of a rider

Disrespectfully

Cocoa Sarai