Fire

Album: Hall of Fame (2013)
  • Tell 'em that I need more
    Fire
    Tell 'em that we need more
    Tell 'em that I need more

    I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it
    Dealt with real life shit, manned up and got through it
    I'm a real D Boy, take a look up in my face
    Never did real estate, and still put you in your place
    I don't trust dog hos, dog hos got fleas
    From where they rock ski-masks and don't nobody ski
    Every time I spit a verse, my city like "Preach!"
    Niggas thought I got evicted how my shit up in the streets
    B-I-G Sean, ain't nothing obese, but the feast
    Swear I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
    Gotta hustle every second, stacking paper every week
    Boy I'm in the field for real, I might run up in some cleats
    Was in Japan so long, I almost learn to speak, had to leave
    Back to the hood, where they don't understand unless you speaking trapanese
    If I fall down, bet I only trampoline, bounce back
    Back on my feet, that's just how I be
    I be out of town reppin' valid as an absentee
    Lord G's, jealous motherfuckers trying to absent me
    Fuck these niggas up, now it's absent teeth
    Trying to pass on me, when I'm first place in the playoffs bitch
    I'm even working half days on my day off bitch
    Say it's gon' kill me fuck it, I work graveyard shifts
    'Long as that weed and money chilling in the pile
    Bitch I need that fucking fire

    Fire
    Tell 'em that I need more
    Fire
    Tell 'em that we need more

    Right now, right now, right now
    I know it's been a long, long
    It's been a long, long time
    A long time, I know it's been a long, long time

    I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it
    Can do anything in the world except not do it
    Bought my fam new land, six star crib
    Momma feeling like she Jewish, I'm the motherfucking truest
    Yeah I talk about my mom, but shout out to my dad
    Would drive me to school every single chance he had
    Tell me 'bout the crazy girls and all about his past
    And gave me the talks that made me to a man
    Not everybody got a dad but they got a Uncle Sam
    And he ain't came around till I made a 100 grand
    Coming from Detroit where everybody say "whaddup doe?"
    Horror movie shit, cause everybody there cut throat
    Watch who you hustle with you might not get a cut though
    Even though you deserved a commission plus mo
    The grandma sad when she saw my commercial
    "Stop having people at your shows that wasn't at rehearsal's"
    I'm tryna to get a office at the Empire State
    To bring it back to empire's plate, that's home
    Man, I'm reppin' for my entire state
    Prayin' that I won't be late, when it's all finished at the endin'
    After all bottles spill it, throttle gripping, models switching
    Chin chilling in my villa, fucking like I tryna populate a village
    I'm replenished, I didn't do it just for the money
    Man, for the feeling, I made it through the

    Fire
    Tell 'em that I need more
    Fire
    Tell 'em that we need more

    Right now, right now, right now
    I know it's been a long, long
    It's been a long, long time
    A long time, I know it's been a long, long time

    But it's never, never been too late
    It's never, never been too late
    It's never, never been too late
    It's never ever been too late
    Right now, right now
    I know it's been a long time
    I know it's been a long, long time
    Just know it's never, never been to late
    It's never, never been too late
    It's never ever been too late
    It's never ever been to late
    To do what you wanna do
    Fuck everything else Writer/s: SEAN MICHAEL ANDERSON, DARHYL CAMPER, ALEXANDER IZQUIERDO, ROBERT M. KINELSKI
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Walt Disney Music Company, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
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