The Making of Tha Fire

the making of the fire, i was up late no sleep for i, it was that day i had relized, was i homesick but made my mind, ima get money til im fried, must had been funny how they try, but it was something about them guys, copy a nigga but i felt abliged, u kno that that sickness cant fuck wit my mind, rasby as fuck wit my voice i aint dry, nigga u kno bout me don't come wit lies, i kno some times i aint spend all the time, i heard bout serpents are high on a rise, don't mean that ima let bullshit fly, ill put a foot in they're asz wit the grind, no that they won't come back wit a dime, ain't smoking no pine needles smell trees thru the vine, the world is a jungle dat habits minds and when its no structure cant speak on the climate no not just rhyming i said fuck yo diamonds i come in and blind em wit all of that shinin and yo stomach linin, i dont divide them no hiding yo bitch on a island and its not a crisis im on them head lices, u know bout advice and you kno bout them vices, i struggled with finance while knowing the price is i pull up and find em the root of all titans them loose ends get fired up will get you a minus, pull myself back i don't kno how to act wasn't raised like that, so why these niggas wanna play like that , just yesterday i was praised Cadillac, just yesterday i was craving a snack on everything had to get me a pack the ceiling was falling the ground shook the rap the chilliest niggas gone relate to the path why relay on my past wit the shade in the cast and the hate is on blast, no i wont crash damn i used slang gas but i came out my stash then i made that shit last, how you do that wit the pressure intact, i get the question for why did u ask, ill follow up wit this leadership class, u find a way out the bullshit wit task, don't defeat purpose im