Firestarter

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