[Verse One: Rockie Fresh] Bitch, I'm out here grinding, crib like king of diamonds You can catch me wearing (two chains), yeah, I’m shining With my nigga freshgoods, making sure them checks good Gotta feed the homies, real players with respect would These flashing lights is blinding, go get them a visor Call the beat a gas leak and I set this shit on fire And I don't fuck with liars, only tell the truth Honesty is key and that is in and out the booth Ball while they in the bleachers, so high they can't reach us I dropped out of college and made more dough than my teachers Definition of swagging, all off of my passion One time for real niggas that's out there making it happen
[Hook] A middle finger to them niggas who say that we ain't fly We above all the drama cause we out here staying high You gon' see a real nigga when you look me in the eye I'm a leader in this bitch and homie, I can tell you why I'm on fire, you say you more fire, then nigga, you a lie I'm on fire, you say you more fire, then nigga, you a lie I'm on fire, you say you more fire, then nigga, you a lie I'm on fire, you say you more fire, then nigga, you a lie
[Verse Two: Rockie Fresh] Now while in deep thought, when I was high Thought about a time that I wasn't even picked to be the leader of the Chi Just a young nigga, trying to get up out the jam Man, them niggas ain't know, now them niggas like damn People I ain't know trying to say they my fam See the jewels and they try to play Cam Tell ‘em they can dip if they ain’t running with the set And if you got money, you can go and place a bet I'll be in the sky ‘cause we riding on a jet Rolling up the wet and never getting seen Because I got a name and a brand to protect And all I ask from the people is respect In return they're gon' get the same thing They took a young player from the Chi off the bench Now they're about to watch the whole game change Remember my name and understand that I’m a go-getter Money maker, made a promise I can’t be no broke nigga That would be a let-down like unraveling a broke swisher Me and success is a dope picture, you on the scene then I fuck with ya
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[Verse Three: Rick Ross] Versace forever, draped like I’mma king My Jesus piece yellow, flooded like Melpomene Invest in my niggas, watch the joy that it brings All these beautiful bitches, such a beautiful thing I own all them autos, I bone the mulattoes Busting shots at would be robbers right in front of McDonalds Never been scathed, belligerent ways, they all stumble and fall Back to my wonderful day, what you wanna do? What you wanna do? What you wanna do? Grab a couple bitches like I play the fool yeah Balling what we do, balling what we do, balling what we do Wide body Benz hanging with my crew, yeah
[Outro] I'm on fire, you say you more fire, then nigga, you a lie I'm on fire, you say you more fire, then nigga, you a lie I'm on fire, you say you more fire, then nigga, you a lie I'm on fire, you say you more fire, then nigga, you a lieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
