World on Fire

Every conversation making complication

Won't stop the slaying till I get ovation

What's going on I can not feel my brain

Got my mind fogged up like the windows when it rains

As of late the clouds are breaking less than the bank

If you try and find my flaws you'll be drawing a blank

When we walk up in the room you'll be smelling the dank

And I'm copping all your gas like I'm filling the tank

I don't ask for respect, I just cash all the checks

Smokin' gas to the neck, till I astral project

Kickin' smooth flows, they be saying I'm the nicest