Mike Dean - Spitfire lyrics

[Intro] I'm a young, 24 year old n***a I come to take this game and bring it to me We gon' be here Ain't no fly by night n***a We gon' be here two years, three years I got this sh** [Verse] Wire taps, y'all some grown liars I'm Julius with Cleo betting on my empire I'm busy in the jet, like a Spitfire Grandiose in the house, looking like Granada I'm pops to your daughter's daughter Want my head like Pompeii, the Roman rider I write you off like a speed infraction I'm through with all the talking Your misery got bad company f** all y'all been It's LK, symbolic All the sh** I embody You might get shot but Johnny's driving nice cars Tryna park it, don't you holla if it ain't my Gualla Growing up where I'm from, iPhone to get you towed on Located in bankroll, my n***as weight the dome The sh** I've waited for ever since Brenda Song Told you that I'd make-make it home, motherf**ers This ain't no ball game, mad ruckus More like the Rucker, more like Christchurch, mother Teresa cash, credit and visas Not the car, but the pa**port feature Need the pa**port if you're riding with the a**hole Tell her no bags, we shopping on tour, freak We make a nice cold week and if you a** caught creeping I'm balanced on the poppers, if I stop won't tell who dropping I'm topic of discussion when it's who young with the money I'm here, motherf**ers I hear my name from the bleachers But I'm too busy reaching Looking up to deceased kings Long live the last king, Martin had a dream [Outro] And it's me Busy in the jet like a spitfire Julius built my empire Y'all some grown liars Y'all some grown liars Busy in the jet like a spitfire Julius built my empire Y'all some grown liars Y'all some grown liars