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Big Sean - Fire

Fire
Big Sean
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[Chorus:]
Fire! [x8]
Tell ‘em that I need more
Fire! [x4]
Tell ‘em that we need more
Fire! [x6]

[Verse 1:]
I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it,
Dealt with real life shit, manned up and got through it,
I'm a real D-boy, take a look up in my face,
Never did real estate, and still put you in your place.
I don't trust dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas,
From where they rock ski-masks and don't nobody ski,
Every time I spit a verse, my city like “Preach!”
Niggas thought I got evicted how my shit up in the streets.
B-I-G Sean, ain't nothing obese, but the feast,
Swear I'm skinny ‘cause I'm always on my feet,
Gotta hustle every second, stackin' paper every week,
Boy, I'm in the field for real, I might run up in some cleats.
Was in Japan so long, I almost learn to speak,
Had to leave back to the hood, where they don't understand unless you speak in Trapanese.
If I fall down, bet I only trampoline, bounce back
Back on my feet, that's just how I be,
I be out of town reppin' valid as an absentee,
Lord G's, jealous mothafuckas tryna absent me,
Fuck these niggas up, now it's absent teeth,
Tryna pass on me, when I'm first place in the playoffs, bitch!
I'm even workin' half days on my day-off, bitch!
Say, it's gon' kill me, fuck it, I work graveyard shifts,
‘Long as that weed and money chillin' in the pile,
Bitch, I need that fuckin' fire!

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
Right now, right now, right now,
I know it's been a long, long,
It's been a long, long time,
A long time, I know it's been a long, long time.

[Verse 2:]
I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it,
Can do anything in the world except not do it.
Bought my fam new land, six star crib,
Momma feelin' like she Jewish, I'm the mothafuckin' truest.
Yeah, I talk about my mom, but shout-out to my dad,
Would drive me to school every single chance he had,
Tell me ‘bout the crazy girls and all about his past,
And gave me the talks that made me to a man.
Not everybody got a dad but they got a Uncle Sam,
And he ain't came around till I made a hundred grand,
Comin' from Detroit where everybody say, “Whaddup, doe?”
Horror movie shit ‘cause everybody there cutthroat.
Watch who you hustle with, you might not get a cut, though,
Even though you deserved a commission plus more,
And grandma sad when she saw my commercial,
“Stop having people at your shows that wasn't at rehearsals.”
I'm tryna to get a office at the Empire State
To bring it back to empire's plate, that's home.
Man, I'm reppin' for my entire state,
Prayin' that I won't be late, when it's all finished at the endin',
After all bottles spillin', throttle grippin', models switchin',
Chin chillin' in my villa, fuckin' like I tryna populate a village,
I'm replenished, I didn't do it just for the money,
Man, for the feelin', I made it through the fire.

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

But it's never, never been too late,
It's never, never been too late,
It's never, never been too late,
It's never ever been too late,
Right now, right now,
I know it's been a long,
I know it's been a long, long time,
Just know that it's never, never been to late,
It's never, never been too late,
It's never ever been too late,
It's never ever been too late,
Do what you wanna do,
Fuck everything else.

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