Arson

I'm a fuck first

For I ask you how you doin bitch

Sometimes i feel like i be trippin out

Is that a ghost?

Fell somebody over my shoulder

Or maybe its the xans I used to take before I got older

Only seen a hero wit a cape on TV

I should wear one to flex

Just for battle in the streets

You ain't been jumped by eight niggas huh

You keep the pump for them niggas huh

They got no reason to hate

If you ain't getting cake

Ya see i try n keep my cool i never tend to lames

Shawty lookin tender

No that ass ain't for beginners

Waist slimmer but that ass thicker

Why would i ever ya I might just have to smash

I ain't even need a jam on MTV

I be wondering if sometimes did Pac feel like me

Got the world in my palm like some liquorish

Baby I'm a drink them pussy juices

Ok look at this

Everything name brand

Sauced up daily

I cain't even put my phone away its to much money on it

Nigga if you wanna make a bet lets put some money on it

My bitch hotter hell

I put that work on the scale

And whole squad we scheming like

Plot plot

We take that work n we pit it in the hot pot

When I was 15

Met a bitch who got me jumped

Was I stupid?

Was I young?

She was cool wit the brodie

Who was cousins wit the homie

Grew up right across the street

Black jack if you know him

Just like bruddas

Just a lil older bro had gucci at like 17

I had homies studying the books

While i was in the streets

I was skipping out on class just to hit the studio

I sold drugs

But keep tellin in yo self stupido

Bitch I roll wit warm brew we been had groupie hoes

Shawty when I pull up

It sound like a marching band

Diamonds in my ear make you think you seen a alien

I dont trust that man cus he aint really who he say he is

My lungs keep pumping that gas like arco

When me n the squad link up its a car show

I dont give the beat a break

This is arson

My great auntie

Died in carson

And even after the funeral

It still hurt

People try to play me like a VHS

Like do this shit still work

You gon make me pull my crazy out

Like do it still work

Welcome to my kitchen

This is where I put in work

I been cookin all week

Rose dessert

Nigga I could pull yo bitch wit a hashtag

I got one for u

Hashtag you mad

I gotta pack my bag

On my way to get the bag

Roll my weed up in a zag

Put the addy in the maps

Shawty know that ass fat

And its past time I smash

If you coulda fucked and didn't bitch

I know you mad

U know I'm rich now

Tell them hoes u used to know me

I'm balling like Kobe

And I'm killin iff whoever yo favorite rapper is

Fuck em