fresh out the fire

Fresh up out the fire my heart lined with iron I fire my iron when ever I desire the pleasures of a rider taking measures that are dyer You better have us sized up cause our measurements are giant Desperate as a designated driver to arrive home safely with all of my soul survivors I took little break but I'm right back in it Live in the booth no pad no pen in He ain't gotta write these raps he live it Nigga this ain't no rap this tennis I ain't got the time to be absent I'm in it I'm trying to run it up and get a stack per sentence I'm trying to see how to smash the foreign like a hemi Ellington duke no way I'm hemming Took a minute just to get it Once I got lost my wallet Popping someone elses xanny That was way before the oxys Pop like two to three six xannys now need molly I need molly Tho you got it what's the profit damn I think I lost my wallet Damn I think this Vito wallet Yeah that's mine Nigga talking money imma need mine faster Read a closed book imma end that chapter On hardwood but I'm thinking alpaca American gangster ain't no actor Put the coke down and take off the glass Your suit too loud you don't hear them laughing What you wanna be like Nikki and them I pull the thirty get to squeezing in here I get to do it they ain't leavin from here I go and get it like I need it in here Heater On me like it's freezing in here We'll whip a nigga nose like we sneezing here And we just sticking to the code we the g's yo in here Ball so hard we in need of a gym And we done passed your bitch around fucked her knees up again Vito please roll some weed up again Grabbing big kush buds in masons Looking like I'm grabbing pickles Need to teach the slut some patience She keep grabbing on my pickle Ugh so I let her bruh Hit her with the racket like Federer A who the f*ck I'd that a never mind that this beat long as f*ck I declare us done