Fire on the Grass

[Intro]
Woo

[Verse 1]
Told a girl I was taken, she wouldn't believe it
Y'all don't believe in me, you can't even believe in Jes'
It's good that y'all believe that I cannot get to tweakin'
I'ma stay collected, I can't flip out no reason, huh
Put a smile on my mother, she was workin' too much
She want a happy son 'cause the money is a plus
I cannot let her down, so the money is a must
I cannot let her drown, made a floatie off of dubs
I was 12 when I seen a nigga get burnt
Fire on the grass, it was close to the church
Close to the demons, call it what it's worth
He ain't even move, we ain't even call a nurse
My homies ain't dead yet, gotta be a sign
Gotta make it for 'em, I'ma put it on the line
I gotta get the cash, but it ain't too hard to find
I'm just tryna show y'all how it's done, without commitin' crimes
I was 13 when I first started—, hmm
It ain't much, the cashier lookin' at us like we killed him
Middle school taught me how to never be a victim
Never got played by a trick or a system
Had to hide it all when I came home to my sisters
Man, I understood, had to come to my senses
I can't even say the rest of what we callin' business
I record and make records, I don't need a pint of Guinness
I'm the winner like—, uh

[Verse 2]
I can chop a nigga up like I'm samplin'
Southside antics, hangin' with bandits
I bring the cash for my dad, bring the bags in
Makin' your man talk to me like I'm master, uh
J the bro, known him since a child, I can't betray him
Can't say much, I can say you'll be the last to play with him
Mapped out if they act out, I can fade with him
Don't black out, I do what I want 'cause I feel safe with 'em
Chains on, hat too, bet they ain't gon' check me
I'll cash out, even walk when I get three
My cuzzo said he clap back, I wait when it get messy
The score ain't ever been tighter, it's lookin' like a 10 to 3
I'ma need a Grammy and Oscar (Yeah)
Chillin' with the rich kids, smellin' like vodka
Still sober, gotta stay awake if I should drop him
My pops would be proud, they was talkin' and I popped 'em
Talkin' to the man, how can I be of assistance?
Need a hand for makin' rappers swim in with the fishes?
I been in the field before, been takin' care of business
Talk 'bout Opposites Attract? I'm the opposite of niggas
Give me just a sec, I'ma blow up in a minute
They thinkin' that I'm sleepin', whole time, I'm with some singers
They thinkin' they creative, whole time, they in my business
Same time, I was takin' care of y'all and washin' dishes
All you niggas sound the same, let's see who can make it out
Same old—, I ain't change, what the hell they talkin' 'bout?
Always sayin' they go lower, I'm already walkin' south
I'm not runnin' outta songs 'cause I'm afraid of a drought
Women said they know me since a long time, knock it off
I'm in my prime, I ain't tryna hear advice if it don't benefit mines
And a trend don't matter to a talent that divine
There's a difference 'tween bein' good and poppin' all the t—

[Verse 3]
They took my talent for granted
Next time I pass 'em, I'm leavin' 'em stranded
I'm an artist with some blood on the canvas
Don't ask me, I'ma do what I manage
I got the ball, this time, you can't have it
Forget content, this time it's all passion
Flippin' no script and I'm stickin' my landin'
I'm flippin' on niggas, but I gotta stay planted
This time around, I want all of the cash
I see y'all rappers been highly disbanded
Next year comin', if the industry takes me
I'ma be movin' back in with family
All on the wall, rest in peace to my granny
Auntie passed too, I ain't know how that happened
Always on stage, I ain't ever gon' panic
I been mad sick, bet you sick of my antics

[Outro]
Yeah, uh (Got a—, got a smile on my momma now)
Yeah, uh
Flippin' on—, and stickin' my— (Uh, smile; smile on my momma now)
Ayy (Whoa), yeah, yeah
Forget content (Real, real stuff), this time it's all passion
On me