OooOooh
Mmhmm
Fallen Angel
Rising Star
New fire in the street
I know Hollywood is bleeding
But I know all these days have meaning
Look up there I see myself on the movie screen
Another step away from fame
And I can’t complain
I could do this sh*t all day
I don’t really have another way to say
You’ve been drowning, eh?
Pigs, figs, things that don’t fu*k with me
I don’t fu*k with you
Now tell me what that do
It probably make your b*tch move
Around the room when we raise the roof
These are elemental rules
With an elementary attitude for your mood
Hear your b*tch go woah when the lights go
I know that my b*tch know
I don’t answer my phone when the heat is on
Babe they chasing me
Industry erasing me
Replacing me
All these b*tches faking me
So I made a new beat
Put the fire on the street
That has nothing to do with me
Like really G my placement is heavenly
And my music is my weaponry