On Fire

Ayo, Bobhere. You know it's me, Hat low fitted 88 around my neck and the gold go with it There's money to be made, I'm a go-go get it Got a flow so sick, you should see how I spit it Murder was the case, till the case got acquitted. Even though when the track got killed, they knew I did it Admit it, I'm one of the nicest Dope is how my name should be depicted as one of the best yet My name gets omitted from the list that goes around Now the game's twisted Opportunity knocked. Shit, I must've missed it Too busy getting lifted with my people in the struggle I know my shit bdope, so why they tryna burst my bubble Acting like I'm not nice, now that's not nice at all I've been damaging MCs ever since I was a small package Breaking they style down to average Put me on the track and I'ma turn it to savage I set the microphone on fire I set the microphone on fire I set the microphone on fire I set the microphone on fire Ayo, so Bobhere. You know it's me that goes without saying When I'm on the mic, there won't be no delaying I've been doing this for years For those that think that I've been playing, I've been laying in the cut Just waiting on my turn When will you learn? You just wasted your time What you portraying in your rhymes, I'm conveying in mine Never been one to fake Everything about me real From everything you hear me talk about I move that work by word of mouth Down south, there's much more to it than bass Where I'm from, every man pack a pistol on his waist Get the f*ck up on my face, or get stomped In the bottom of the map, musically, I don't see no comp I got a flow so frio beats made by Rio Me, myself, and the mic, that's the trio Nobody making hits, I'm so sick like Neo Catch me on the next joint I'm outta here Finito