Firebreather (feat. Reignwolf)

Got a Guns N' Roses T-shirt, and never listened to the band

Just being honest, I just thought that shit looked cool

Hold up, do you know who I am?

Turn the block to Woodstock

Retire? Don't think that I could stop

Jet-ski the way I ride the beat

And fuck your wave, I'ma die knowing that I did me

I got some words and I cannot let them die in me

This is arena status

Our bones end up in the ground, does it even matter?

Make some good music, get what you put in

Get out and go and leave the planet

Now what the hell did you think this is?

We're born, we're dying, in-between we live

Love, prosper, hands to the sky, catch a gospel

Roll the dice, nah, I ain't betting on tomorrow

Chain looking like Orion's belt

Jacket looking something like a lion pelt

Had to take a break and find myself

They put me in a box by myself

The same writers criticizing my rhymes

Are the same writers that I gentrify in Bed-Stuy

I can't even see the hate, I should probably check my eyes

I got 50,000 phones pointed at me in the sky

Between a rock and a hard place

Cold blunted with a stone face

Firebreather, firebreather

Born under a blood moon

But the sun is coming up soon

Firebreather, firebreather

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

Firebreather, firebreather

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

Firebreather, yeah, firebreather

What the fuck you think I'm doing it for?

Hungry like it's my rookie year, and I'm new to the sport

The game is tied up, they looking at you in the fourth

Do you take the shot or pass it, this is ten-thousand hours

And I'm working on my Master's, liabilities, and assets

And I'm showing up to practice, shooting early, getting baskets

There's no father to my style, I'm just a freckle-faced bastard

An animal in the jungle, running, hunting with a habit (woo)

Abracadabra that motherfucker is magic

It's '81 and Madonna is on me dancing

I'm sorry momma, I got it, I know I should mind my manners

I'd probably go double-platinum if I could think of an ad-lib

I'm jazz Prince, I rap a lot

I grew up on Scarface, now Brad's my dawg (woo)

Irish goodbye, sayonara and we mobbin'

Put the nail in the coffin, motherfucker, I'm on one

Between a rock and a hard place

Cold blunted with a stone face

Firebreather, firebreather

Born under a blood moon

But the sun is coming up soon

Firebreather, firebreather

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

Firebreather, firebreather

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

Firebreather, yeah, firebreather