Firebreather (feat. Reignwolf)

Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band
 Just being honest, I just thought that shit looked cool
 Hold up, do you know who I am?
 Turn the block to Woodstock
 Retire? Don't think that I could stop
 Jet-ski the way I ride the beat
 And fuck your wave, I'ma die knowing that I did me
 I got some words and I cannot let them die in me
 This is arena status
 Our bones end up in the ground, does it even matter?
 Make some good music, get what you put in
 Get out and go and leave the planet
 Now what the hell did you think this is?
 We born worth dying, in-between we live
 Love, prosper, hands to the sky, catch a gospel
 Roll the dice, nah, I ain't betting on tomorrow
 Chain looking like Orion's belt
 Jacket looking something like a lion pelt
 Had to take a break and find myself
 They put me in a box by myself
 The same writers criticizing my rhymes
 Are the same writers that I gentrify in Bed-Stuy
 I can't even see the hate, I should probably check my eyes
 I got 50,000 phones pointed at me in the sky
 Between a rock and a hard place
 Cold blunted with a stone face
 Firebreather, firebreather
 Born under a blood moon
 But the sun is coming up soon
 Firebreather, firebreather
 Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
 Firebreather, firebreather
 Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
 Firebreather, yeah, firebreather
 What the fuck you think I'm doing it for?
 Hungry like it's my rookie year, and I'm new to the sport
 The game is tied up, they looking at you in the fourth
 Do you take the shot or pass it, this is ten-thousand hours
 And I'm working on my Master's, liabilities, and assets
 And I'm showing up to practice, shooting early, getting baskets
 There's no father to my style, I'm just a freckle-faced bastard
 The animal in the jungle, running, hunting with a habit (woo)
 Abracadabra that motherfucker is magic
 They say he'd want it, Madonna is on me dancing
 I'm sorry mama, I got it, I know I should mind my manners
 I'd probably go double-platinum if I could think of an ad-lib
 I'm jazz Prince, I rap a lot
 I grew up on Scarface, now Brad's my dog (woo)
 Irish goodbye, sayonara and we mobbing
 Put the nail in the coffin, motherfucker, I'm on one
 Between a rock and a hard place
 Cold blunted with a stone face
 Firebreather, firebreather
 Born under a blood moon
 But the sun is coming up soon
 Firebreather, firebreather
 Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
 Firebreather, firebreather
 Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
 Firebreather, yeah, firebreather