Fire & Desire

Niggas lurking, might be best to keep your head on Called my brother out for snake shit, they say I'm dead wrong I'm still seeing through his lies with a blindfold How could you stab me in my back to say I'm dead wrong Hard to feel safe without that stick shift on me Catch a nigga looking iffy, we blitz in on em Ain't choose this life mama, this street life chose me It ain't much that I can tell you, but please pray for me Hard to feel safe without that stick shift on me Ain't choose this lifestyle mama, this lifestyle chose me Been tryna slide and risk take, but they been telling me to watch the way I dose my intake I been through a lot, ohh love, a couple mistakes Hike blew 42 and 45 to his face I've been tryna roll and get a bag shit You ain't doing shit, you just sitting on your ass Make a call and bet I run it up in a flash And bet I'll find a way to get it in without passing Even on my worst day, Ima still look good like it's my birthday, yeah And I know I'm a trophy, everybody want my spot cause I'm in first place, yeah Might be best to keep your head on Call my brother out for snake shit, they saying that I'm dead wrong I'm still seeing through his lies even though I got a blindfold How could you stab me in my back, they say I'm dead wrong Say I'm dead wrong, say I'm dead wrong Even on your worst day, you still look good like it's your birthday, yeah And you know you a trophy, all them bitches want your spot cause you in first place, yeah Even on your worst day, you still look good like it's your birthday, yeah And you know you a trophy, all them bitches want your spot cause you in first place, yeah Lately just been about my bread, been trynna get a bag I'm trynna duck off to the islands on a hidden path I got obsessive to the fashion all the foreign threads I got addicted to the cars that don't take no gas I see you got a bag and you ain't worried about no nigga I see you got a bag, not about to argue with no nigga I see you got your life together, baby, f*ck a nigga I see that you can tell you're too good for a nigga I see you gotta bust down to watch for all the fakes You see I'm in the touchdown, I'm ready for the play She said, boy, you're playing with some fire, this ain't safe Girl, just add desire to it, call me Rick James