Fire (feat. Cocoa Sarai) - Instrumental

More fire

Bloody Mary

Uh, in here tryna put out a fire with gasoline

Uh, bullets ringin' through amplifiers, it's a murder scene

Uh, and then I saw them drop one by one (by one)

Happiness is a fuckin' warm gun

True definition of a rider

Disrespectfully (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

How many of you can say that you love your occupation?

Not to belittle you with it, take this as motivation

Closed cases, smokin' aces from broken places

Cold cases, interrogations to poker faces

Penitentiary livin', 'tis are beneath me

Blue dress, what a mess, but could never impeach me (chee)

If life a test, motherfucker, we got the cheat sheet (chee)

Fuck back to back on you bitches, this shit a three-peat (I see all these)

Petty crimes and pretty dimes in my environment

Shit is timeless, let me present what I'm designing

More money, more violence, witnesses silent

Call me a tyrant, back on my shit with André the Giant

Close your mouth (shh), let the fuckin' winner talk (loud)

When the war start, you don't wanna get involved (no, no, no)

Smoke you want? Tell 'em bring it on (blow, blow, blow)

Headshot, another funeral

I saw them drop one by one (by one)

Happiness is a fuckin' warm gun

True definition of a rider

Disrespectfully (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Daylight come, she turn into Cinderella

Then run, run, run, told me I'm a juice and oxygen, but then again

Fat asses in my camera lens, it never ends

I'm just back in this bitch relapsin' on a binge, just me and my friends

Infatuated with these M's, that sweet revenge

They tell me life is what you make it, ask MC Ren

The perfect example of how the fuckin' villain wins

I think I covered all my bases, fuck public relations

Observation operations, I'm due for vacation

My location off the grid, that's privy information

Dead presidents and smoke signals at my inauguration

Easy work, 24-7 and never takin' off, I heard (yeah)

New collars and dollars the makings of a boss, I deserve (chee)

Bezos, pesos, I mean every ounce (every ounce)

Yeah, it's the same dog that you bitches heard about, the word is out

Close your mouth (shh), let the fuckin' winner talk (loud)

When the war start, you don't wanna get involved (no, no, no)

Smoke you want? Tell 'em bring it on (blow, blow, blow)

Headshot, another funeral

I saw them drop one by one (by one)

Happiness is a fuckin' warm gun

True definition of a rider

Disrespectfully (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Cocoa Sarai

Ya mon', bop, bop

A real gunman ting, you see

So the ting go

Boom!