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 it's 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

Bros featured fallen heroes is 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 I'm heated

Burning through the present then repeat it

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

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Not enough fire

Not enough fire

Not enough fire

Not enough hmm

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 bum bitch

I got mouths to food 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 I'm clean

Made out the mud shibilika

Capitec card was declining

When paying for dinners

My **** wasscamming like here swipe this

Now we don't panic we still got tricks

Uber to where no we got whips

They getting stoned but we got sticks

Bro had a tool he did not fix

Povo burb middle class kids, ish

My whole life I thought God had a message

Reality told me to get it

Now I got ladies screaming and guys tryna see if they girl ain't the one tryna 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

7 jackets we moving this winter

My one ex fell in love with a stripper

Since a teen bitch I knew I'm that ****

2cents is a lot but I'm Julius

Save my money but never a bitch

When I die they'll remember this shit

fire

Not enough fire

Not enough fire

Not enough hmm

Not enough fire

Not enough fire

Not enough fire

Not enough hmm

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