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I'm fired up I'm fired up
I'm fire fire fired up I'm fired up
I'm fi-fi-fi-fi
I'm doing what I should be cause I need 900 thou
The proof is in the pudding so I polished my whole sound
Y'all out in magic city throwing fitties on some titties
You try to fill that hole your whole life living life like Ricky
I'm just trying to slay in my own way not trying to be the boss
But even the king got a knight that he know not to cross
I'm trying to be in everything like Childish Gambino
Use poker face and stack my chips and rob the damn casino
All these hoes be twerking for likes loves thankfuls and wows
Y'all do the type of shit that make me want to raise my brow
But instead I shake my head in disbelief how do you sleep
When all you do is creep on other creeps on Snapchat and IG
I'm fired up I'm fired up
I'm fire fire fired up I'm fired up
I'm fi-fi-fi-fi
(They're) stealing flows and copy poses I suppose if juxtaposed
I wouldn't know which one to choose y'all just some generic hoes
I'm tired of the phony microphone conducting homies
Who be claiming that they happy but deep down they feel so lonely
Some things need addressing add some croutons and some Caesar
Got the bass so fucking hot it's turning red on all the meters
Coming through speakers while I'm cruising down the street of Alameda
Got my knees up on the wheel while I eat a pita
Never will I not be me that'll be the day that I R.I.P
Tears from the family and the k.i.d.'s
Blow my head gasket make me antifreeze
I'm anti-trump but damn who's not
My little homies still run from the cops
We feel oppressed when will it end
13th amendment make amends
Off the wire got me tired
Where's the propane got me fi-fi-fi-fi
I'm fired up I'm fired up
I'm fire fire fired up I'm fired up
I'm fi-fi-fi-fi
Sometimes the things I say go over heads like beanie caps
I rock a fella when I flow just like when Jay or Beanie raps
Kung Fu Kenny kicking flows I'm trying to kick a couple with him
My mind light up like lamp filled with a genie wishful thinking
Gotta cut you off like a clearance tag if you interfere with my wealth
I'd get a statue of my face but I don't want to get a head of myself
Fresh out the kitchen remix to ignition
I'm looking for wisdom third eye got the vision
I'm coming for scalps like a barber
If I die I'm a martyr I'm to make a new Carter
Like Weezy F Baby
And the F is for fuck the police
Let's see you be strange fruit for the motif
Kill you in your sleep call it OD
Tear your face up with a pitbull grodie
We're not united we're all tyrants
Lynch divide us with that violence
Fuck a mumble rap and all the melodies
Burn this motherfucker down with Propane Accessories