Young Fire Old Flame (feat. J Warner)

Practice what you preach

Stop lettin' snakes rattle on your streets

I remember feds put in a grapple in my teens

I was chokin', screamin' that I couldn't breathe

Imagine I was Eric Garner

This was way before the camera phone sagas

Stopped me in my middle and I didn't get no after

Imagine Martin Luther King was Obama

Lately I feel they've been preein' my vibe

That's why I keep it in drive

Pull up, skrrt, jump out the ride

(Big 45) Shit, that was broad daylight

If I shoot you, I'm brainless

If you shoot me, you're famous

Jay wrote the Bible and I studied all the pages

Never judge a book by the cover, you get cases

The game so dangerous

Social worker flow, I grew up in a social worker home

Never let the social get involved 'cause

Now I'm antisocial

When everybody's tryna find emotion

Me, I'm tryna go and buy a ghost so I can disappear in it

Fruits of my labor, now I'm Tony Blair wit' it

Black lives matter 'cause they're killin' bare ****

And we're some rare ****

They don't wanna know our life story

I don't wanna know about nobody else

'Cause I swear nobody else here wanna know about me

I still barely know myself, but now they know about me

They want hugs, but there's arms lettin' go around me, yeah

I hope my **** safe

There's no church in the wild, but I know my **** pray

I spent days in the back, back in the days

That's why the only social thing about me is my Twitter page

Tweet, tweet

I can get a couple bags for a retweet

You don't buy views when you're chillin' in the box seats

Before I couldn't afford to see Thierry Henry

I just shared a box with Thierry Henry

It's just perspective

Now let me give you mine

The shit I don't is the shit you like

Imagine havin' nothing but a diamond that'll give you dimes

That's you, mama, I'd kill myself just to give you life

You taught me to have a bottle and now I give you wine

Whatever's mine is yours, that's why I give you mine

That's real **** shit, I know, ****

Shit's real where I've grown

We grew up in broken homes, tryna fix bein' broke, uh

Heads high, tryna kill 'em on the low

We were young, Kid Rock's just slingin' from our phones

When the block got hot, we were tippin' on our toes

Then they got tipped off, started kickin' in our homes

How the fuck you gonna kill my dreams? I don't even sleep

I ain't reachin' my peak, I'll peak and I won't even reach, yeah

I was in T with Os and some P

Now I sat nav T-O-P when I'm roamin' the streets

Was an O or two away from ownin' a key

But now I've got Millennium Dome in my reach

I'm roamin' the streets, holdin' my peace

Holdin' my piece, so you ain't got a chair for me

'Cause the throne is my seat

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire old flame

Young fire old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game