Fuckin' lawsuits nigga We the best music! Murder rate, murder rap Grant's, Jackson's, Franklin's, got 'em Fucked the DA on my way here I made some millions on my way here nigga

It’s a fragile thing, this life we lead, If I think too much, I can’t get over When by the grace, by which we live Our lives with death over our shoulders Want you to know, that should I go, I always loved you, held you high above too Hear the sirens,

As I fight, trying to escape Covering my soul Watching the flames I must understand this wizard Fire is everything It burns, I provoke, It's beyond I feel, I create light Hypnotizing power I can't resist Reach out my hands, I feel the light

Let's watch this city burn the world Let's watch this city burn Let's watch it burn From the sky over top the world The city looks so pretty Do you wanna burn it with me? (Do you wanna burn it with me?) (It's the end of the world) Till there's nothing

It's on again, whoah I bet they wonder how I go on, go on I'll simply say it's on again And the night is takin' over And the moonlight gets exposure And the players have been chosen And it seems like fate has spoken When it seems your faith has broken By

And I wake up alone He's fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts He floats me with dread Soaked in soul He swims in my eyes by the bed Pour myself over him Moon spilling in It's okay in the day I'm staying busy

I set fire to the glory I set fire to the dream I set fire to the only thing That lead me from the streets Don't tell me it's over, 'cause I don't want to believe 'Cause now I've opened my eyes and I have found a way to breathe The truth sets me free Oh,

'Cause young love don't know nothin' When the radio plays you sing along And you'd slide on over, on over and we'd ride When she's holding on You just can't get close enough, you swear it's sent from above Your daddy thought I was wrong for you, Thinking

Rise, rise above the tides Now lost at sea The weights will pull you under if you don’t fight She'd rather let the ocean take her inside it’s wake Let the water fill her lungs like the air she hates to breathe It’s over now, yourself could give up on

It’s the color of the tractor in my barn A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm And rows of pines as far as I can see It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got Na, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot Yeah, that’s my shades of green And her eyes