Fire lyrics

[Intro]
TCF, n*gga (Uh)
Up top, right
(As you can see, Green Lantern is invading the airwaves)
38 Special, motherf*cker
(He's invading the airwaves, turn up your radio)
Let's go, uh, yeah
(Turn up your radio)
Right, uh

[Verse]
I'd be a lie if I told you that I ain't sell crack
That I ain't real, ain't scale or make shells clap
I made bail, they tell to get their case held back
I just—

*DJ scratches*

[Verse]
I'd be—, I'd be—
I'd be a lie if I told you that I ain't sell crack
That I ain't real, ain't scale or make shells clap
I made bail, they tell to get their case held back
I just spray shells and bail when they face nailed flat
*Bllat bllat* I ain't scared of eight months in the county
Nah, G, wherever I go the gun is around me
n*ggas comin' to down me
But it's nothin'
Spray a hundred like f*ck it and punish 'em proudly
You know how my style be, you know I'm a wild G
If I'm hungry then I'll eat, don't get found sleep
I had to be a thief to put sneaks on my child feet
Thinkin' sh*t sweet will get you six feet ground deep
Gun charge pendin', no prints, the trial weak
Give my lawyer another twenty to trial beat
I had to run around with loud heat
n*gga, I got cow meat
What's that, n*gga? Wild beef
He a n*gga who take cash
Everyday I'm in a new safe with new cake stashed
Never too late, a few eights blast
And f*ck whatever you ate
Bullets will make you lose weight fast
Everyday I got a new case, new spot, new place
New Glock, new K, a new face mask
I used to cruise they ave in a toothpaste Jag
Circle loops in a coupe to recoup my cash
Right, they ain't know that I could shoot that fast
They ain't know I put your man in a suit that fast
Paralyzed, it be a year before they move that cask'
'Cause you got shot and you got stabbed
It ain't a weapon on this earth that I do not grab
I just click-clack, pop, I do not jab
Ain't a bad b*tch breathin' that I do not bag
Ain't a city upstate that I do not smash
I don't care who got first or who got last
Or who got bags, long as I move my glass
n*gga, I feel that weight
Reminiscin' on the days I had to steal that yay
And a scale that weigh
I ain't gon' chill until I make a mil' that day
You squeal? sh*t gon' get real that day
In other words, you better write your will that day
'Cause I will make sure you're killed that day