Bobby Winning - On Fire lyrics

Verse 1: I am so fantastic with the spitting So sick I could die, get buried, and have the casket risen Come back to this living with another smash for your children Constant papercuts from all these spazmic raps that I've written C-4 plastic wrapped with a ribbon Blow your eardrums off everytime I spazz when I'm spitting I'm asthmatic, still I keep harrasing the rhythm Until I pa** out, and straight crash in the middle I try not to be concerned with all the fashion and b**hes Unlike some other tracks these cats presenting It's a fact and I can't forgive them. Pack vengeance Cuz they make it so easy for me to act like Jack The Ripper Admiral Ackbar "It's a trap"! But I ain't trippin' I see the difference between an actor and a rapper so act your position I'm laughing at you midgets, wack scriptures and lack of rhythm Compared to the cla**ics that I'm flippin', I blast like the religious Chorus: Lock sh**, pop sh**, rock it like a rocket I start a mosh pit, like I'm on some rock sh** Observe my optics. Turn my topics. Burn the toplist I don't f** with pop hits That hot sh**? I got it, no lying Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am On fire, like Richard Pryor high with a lighter I'm on fire like Richard Pryor high with a lighter Verse 2: I don't know what's up cuz I've been feeling down lately Consumed in my own thoughts. I wouldn't notice if the ground shaking If I make a milli. Ram will get some pound payments Cuz he always backed me up, though I ain't got around to thank him f** all that for now. I'm all over town making Moves on my own in the zone with my sound checking I'm all for paper chasing. But I hate racing As much as I hate waiting and that's why I never made it See I don't feel like shaking, hands with all these fakers In order to make it. Just pa** me a pay check Not to make it rain, I put my cash in my savings Incase of a rainy day. Bail my a** out of obligations A fly crib and a packet fridge, ain't it That it's supposed to be about. f** a fashion flagrance f** a bottle of champagne. f** being famous I put a hundred K in a school in Africa before any fat chain. Damn it Chorus: Lock sh**, pop sh**, rock it like a rocket I start a mosh pit, like I'm on some rock sh** Observe my optics. Turn my topics. Burn the toplist I don't f** with pop hits That hot sh**? I got it, no lying Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am On fire, like Richard Pryor high with a lighter I'm on fire like Richard Pryor high with a lighter Verse 3: When the world end and all comes crashing down I'll be first in line to flow over the seven trumpet sound No agony when the scorpios stings. Nothing can tackle me See that's the state of mind that I bring to any cla**ic beat You could put me anywhere on the Atlas Rap surrounds me like an open casket And yeah I know I got a corny accent But that ain't just in English, that's in all the languages That I comperhend. That's my problem, I understand that I gotta work harder than many men That's how it's always been. Now look beyond that And realize I won't get nothing for free like them So be it. That don't mean sh**. Tell a hater Those misdemeniours won't keep me from elevating Mind levitation. I find grind inspiration In 90's rhymes of greatness on my Spotify playlist as I Chorus 2x: Lock sh**, pop sh**, rock it like a rocket I start a mosh pit, like I'm on some rock sh** Observe my optics. Turn my topics. Burn the toplist I don't f** with pop hits That hot sh**? I got it, no lying Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am On fire, like Richard Pryor high with a lighter I'm on fire like Richard Pryor high with a lighter