Momma always said I was a fire starter Guess I'm just a rollin' stone like my father Gettin' richer than I ever been, ain't tired of ballin' Rollin' in these Cadillacs until the choir callin' In the south 'cause out in Hollywood, it's plastic and we know who you are Bury me not in a casket but the seats of my car Momma said I was a fire starter Rollin' in these Cadillacs till the choir callin' This shit goin' up so fast, pray all the homies finna stay down Never did somebody dirty, even in the sandbox on the playground My bitch got a Georgia peach like she done made her way up out the A-town Plane Jane watch, had to buss it down like I put it on the Greyhound Addicted to ballin' and scorin', I did it off mics and recordin' And I came out of a city where people was rappin' but they wasn't actually tourin' I could've put on some wings and they would still look at me and say that I don't be soarin' Y'all couldn't box me in if this shit was Creed and you turned to Michael B Jordan I made it When makin' it looked like Goliath, I came out the car and I turned into David Y'all givin' up on all your dreams then look at me livin' mine, that's why you hate it Entangled in all of this money, before I get played, I'll turn to a player I'd rather be August Alsina than Will Smith when it's comin' to Jada In the O-town, I'm the mayor Keys to the city and keys to the Caddy Jersey on me like I'm leadin' the Magic In Florida, but somehow I'm freezin' the Patek (Ice) Yeah, spend what you want on the car that you want, that's priceless But you try touchin' this car and you gon' be lifeless Momma always said I was a fire starter Guess I'm just a rollin' stone like my father Gettin' richer than I ever been, ain't tired of ballin' Rollin' in these Cadillacs until the choir callin' In the south 'cause out in Hollywood, it's plastic and we know who you are Bury me not in a casket but the seats of my car Momma said I was a fire starter Rollin' in these Cadillacs till the choir callin' The Cadillac came out in '69 My hustle inspired by Nipsey grind Pick all the greatest rappers Eminem, Nas, Tupac, Biggie, this them combined I had to get all my credit and cheddar 'Cause label execs wouldn't give me mine There's too many diamonds inside of the watch It's flooded but I know its really time Flash back to the trap Me and Pimpin' tryna put the city on the map Washin' dishes at the restaurant, sellin' weed I told 'em: Meet me in the back Pops died, almost dropped out of school My grades D's like the rims on the 'lac Wrappin' up the packages I never thought I'd go and make a million off of rap My God, how my life changed This preparation and right aim Goin' against me like a hose of gasoline tryna fight flames All you gon' make is some torches Then you gon' make me pull up in them Porsches Beat him up outside 7-Eleven God damn, got blood on the forces My cars got too many horses My bitch do too many contortions My account got too many commas At the dealership with too many choices God blessin' me for real Cross on my head 'cause I've been anointed Tryna stop the wave like runnin' in circles All that shit is pointless Momma always said I was a fire starter Rollin' in these Cadillacs until the choir callin' Until the choir callin' Until the choir callin' always be a fire starter Momma always said I was a fire starter Rollin' in these Cadillacs until the choir callin' Until the choir callin' Until the choir callin' always be a fire starter