And you're being kept down START A FIRE We've gotta cut our ties To a life lived in denial I wish I could strike a match And set fire to this fucked
life, take a chance roll a dice Money can't buy you love cause it's over priced Don't overthink just hope it's right I'm only here for the night Hey, we got a
name ringin Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot He dream, visualize, plot and scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire
and the artists, all are paid to tell us lies To keep us locked inside, they keep us locked inside Chorus I can make a change I can start a fire Lord
and clean shaved. Got the cover off a '68. I fired it up, and let them horses sing. A little pretty thing. A little tan leg Georgia dream. She's a rockin
't even smilin', I'ma 'bout to start wylin' I got bricks of that Peruvian A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that's a dope fiends regimen Range
me I'll be rich regardless. Picture perfect flow this verse is a boy trick. I got three matches but..... bouldercrest flash show, seen greshem where I started....... I'm not a
Smith Verse 1 There's a voice inside us all calling out so we don't fall nothing's lost that can't be found ain't a thing you can't get round Chorus
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
Twenty for the feds, the rest under my mattress (Huh) I gave my wallet a botox injection A bunch ?a rude boyz in?a your section Tryna give my tax bracket an erection A
DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME LIKE YOUR FATHER! Let off a clip or let a case off I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse! Follow orders now! -
round Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second Niggaz in the street they want it hurry When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry A
Verse 1: Mmmmmmmmmmm Oh it hurts so bad. It started out so perfect, something God could only create. A union of both me and you on this special day Never
[Rick Ross - Verse 1] The minute I wake up I gotta get high The homies we found us a way to get by Lets call us some bitches and have a good time A lot
me RIP for a reason I'm on a road to see bloddy bodies just call me a demon It's the psychopathic maniac, manglin' ladies stick a grenade in they pussy
