Playing With Fire.

Part I

[Intro: The Sobering Podcast]
So who you feeling at the moment?
Ayy yo, pause
My bad, my bad, my bad
But I hear you though, this nigga Tyson, Tyson Sybateli? (Thupa)
Bra Nyoga?

[Verse]
Yeah, lifestyle switchin' to Islam
I'm reading the rich homie Quran, my body double is God
I'm soul lifting with arms with hands close to my heart
My main goal is friends, my dad, sisters and mom
The homeboy with the Outta Town Boyz
And real friends I wish would come around more
Show dates and your place I'm on always on tour
Mr two, but with my dawgs, dawg, we been on all fours
Double back
I don't got enough from rap
I just lost my job for rap
Momma stressed they want us out the crib, I heard enough of that
At the party praying "Lord, help me, where the bitches at?"
Bad dawg, my bitch is bad, like zеro brim fitted caps
Always seem to give my all to peoplе who need me
When I need 'em most it's gettin' difficult to talk
The last time my gran seen me was on TV
After five years, I only saw her in a box
Tears on my face, blood stains on my old voice
Fear on my taste tough breaks for my world choice
Tryna find a way for my conscious
Independent ways never paid for my options
Ironed out, blood ties, locksmith
Idols on my phone having small fallouts with
Bros featured fallen heroes, it's a topic
Rest in peace Riky in between while the plots thick
Late night texts from my bro like "You got this"
Texts from my mom "You coming back?" but I doubt it
Outlet, been in charge of nothing but my actions when I'm heated
Burning through the present then repeat it

[Outro: The Sobering Podcast]
Ah, ah, yo, that nigga going crazy right now, extremely flammable
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, too much)
Jumping on a song with him is like playing with fire bro
Ayy, yo

Part II

[Chorus]
Going through shit right now, don't take photos
Brand new bitch, walk outside it's a no-no
I don't trust, don't come 'round me, don't know bro
They some birds like that old Wu Tang logo

[Refrain]
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmm
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmm

[Verse]
New space loving the section, I'm still running from exes
Hoes got problems, but text me
I put 'em all on the guest list
Those girls come with a lesson
I know enough, you upset me
Knee deep pockets was heavy
We got problems are plenty
(But you dating a bum bitch)
I got mouths to feed, yeah
I took a lot to be here
I only fuck with me here
Everything's up for me here
Keeping things a buck, a spring here
Fike nama Boks, you see here
Pass back, catch it I'm clean
Made it out the mud shibilika
Capitec card was declining when paying for dinners
My nigga was scamming, like here swipe this
Now we don't panic, we still got tricks
Uber to where? No, we got whips
They got stone, but we got sticks
Bro had a tool, he did not fix
Povo 'burb middle class kids, ish
My whole life I thought God had a message
Reality told me to get it
Now I got ladies screaming and guys tryna see if they girl ain't the one tryna sex me
I"m too focused on making it out
It was how many days with Dopeboy on the floor?
He in Canada, I'm on the couch Loadshedding ing'bambile now
Had to whisper
(Had a quick phone call with my sister)
7 jackets we moving this winter
My one ex fell in love with a stripper
Since a teen, bitch, I knew I'm that nigga
2-2 cents is a lot but I'm Julias
Save my money but never a bitch
When I die they'll remember this shit, fire

[Refrain]
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmm
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmm

[Chorus]
Going through shit please right now don't take photos
Brand new bitch walk outside it's a no no
I don't trust don't come round me don't
Know bro
They some birds like that old Wu tang

[Refrain]
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmm
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmm

[Outro: The Sobering Podcast]
At your own risk, I am telling you dawg
They aren't seeing him period, bro
The whole game is blind right now
At the present tense, nobody is better