On Fire Lyrics

Ayo, Bobhere. You know it's me, Hat low fitted

88 around my neck and the gold go with it

There's money to be made, I'm a go-go get it

Got a flow so sick, you should see how I spit it

Murder was the case, till the case got acquitted.

Even though when the track got killed, they knew I did it

Admit it, I'm one of the nicest

Dope is how my name should be depicted as one of the best yet

My name gets omitted from the list that goes around

Now the game's twisted

Opportunity knocked. Shit, I must've missed it

Too busy getting lifted with my people in the struggle

I know my shit bdope, so why they tryna burst my bubble

Acting like I'm not nice, now that's not nice at all

I've been damaging MCs ever since I was a small package

Breaking they style down to average

Put me on the track and I'ma turn it to savage

I set the microphone on fire

I set the microphone on fire

I set the microphone on fire

I set the microphone on fire

Ayo, so Bobhere. You know it's me that goes without saying

When I'm on the mic, there won't be no delaying

I've been doing this for years

For those that think that I've been playing, I've been laying in the cut

Just waiting on my turn

When will you learn?

You just wasted your time

What you portraying in your rhymes, I'm conveying in mine

Never been one to fake

Everything about me real

From everything you hear me talk about

I move that work by word of mouth

Down south, there's much more to it than bass

Where I'm from, every man pack a pistol on his waist

Get the fuck up on my face, or get stomped

In the bottom of the map, musically, I don't see no comp

I got a flow so frio beats made by Rio

Me, myself, and the mic, that's the trio

Nobody making hits, I'm so sick like Neo

Catch me on the next joint

I'm outta here Finito