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[Hook] Forever spit fire on the mic and you know that we ride for this night Till it's light in the wars that we fight And the food for supply till the level's way high till we die Listen you have to know about my wretchrospective I came out the blue and the next thing the earth peels off Learn from my mixtape caught that cheap shot Was expensive I meant it I just changed you up with my 10 ounce But that was wooden love the hood boys root me out That ends like "Good luck" but don't let us down no My eyes bother my feet, reverse is right The bible and the hooks that could buy for Ali I jump out when I sleep on the page I'm the greatest And I entertain I'm a stagist And if you're down for a brick I suggest you get a grave shift Got one mixtape ain't looking like you made it And that mistake kept looking like you made it Raw design impressed yourself it ain't hard to impress yourself Think I'm in a box another person's an extra self You can do a hundred on your feet on your own I do a few songs in my sleep I've been told I'm not trying to knock you off So I'm trying to tell you this shops my tunnel But I need more I can be without my fan I don't need those SongtexteEach trap for my train and force I'm a bull like the game's a cool And that's 3 points I be myself I'm fly with a unique voice [Hook x2] Forever spit fire on the mic and you know that we ride for this night Till it's light in the wars that we fight And the food for supply till the level's way high till we die I'm the only lyricist that's left I'm ahead of my time That's why I'm top 10 dead on my sight I am not damn dead or alive I got my own fate Ducking it ain't betting with lives I got my page Chapter rich I'm back on bliss again Er'thing till they catch that reff yeah that has my ink Now I just get my respect that's black magic Hide yourself to flash the cheques the bank cash shit But I still owe own in my publishing Irish dough got stumbling I ain't going back through struggling the clock Hussling is not my path anymore and I'm loving it Most of you sons need mothers I'm just waiting the king walk you are under him And in case you were wondering Just does after tell jokes for the fun of it But I ain't got time to waste They run with flat license plates I'm on cribs like try some days Can eat off the floor I'm so fly I can sleep to the Lord when I'm grounded But I'll fly I can do it in the air Ain't got a life but I got a music career And jewish the flair take wet trees from 2 I'm the one so you know that I'm do this yeah [Hook x4] Forever spit fire on the mic and you know that we ride for this night Till it's light in the wars that we fight And the food for supply till the level's way high till we die This is life Aus Songtexte Mania