[Chorus]
Momma always said I was a fire starter
Guess I'm just a rollin' stone like my father
Gettin' richer than I ever been, ain't tired of ballin'
Rollin' in these Cadillacs until the choir callin'
In the south 'cause out in Hollywood, it's plastic and we know who you are
Bury me not in a casket but the seats of my car
Momma said I was a fire starter
Rollin' in these Cadillacs 'til the choir callin'
[Verse 1]
This shit goin' up so fast, pray all the homies finna stay down
Never did somebody dirty, even in the sandbox on the playground
My bitch got a Georgia peach like she done made her way up out the A-town
Plane Jane watch, had to buss it down like I put it on the Greyhound
Addicted to ballin' and scorin', I did it off mics and recordin'
And I came out of a city where people was rappin' but they wasn't actually tourin'
I could've put on some wings and they would still look at me and say that I don't be soarin'
Y'all couldn't box me in if this shit was Creed and you turned to Michael B Jordan
I made it
When makin' it looked like Goliath, I came out the car and I turned into David
Y'all givin' up on all your dreams then look at me livin' mine, that's why you hate it
Entangled in all of this money, before I get played, I'll turn to a player
I'd rather be August Alsina than Will Smith when it's comin' to Jada
In the O-town, I'm the mayor
Keys to the city and keys to the Caddy
Jersey on me like I'm leadin' the Magic
In Florida, but somehow I'm freezin' the Patek (Ice)
Yeah, spend what you want on the car that you want, that's priceless
But you try touchin' this car and you gon' be lifeless
Momma always said I was a fire starter
Guess I'm just a rollin' stone like my father
Gettin' richer than I ever been, ain't tired of ballin'
Rollin' in these Cadillacs until the choir callin'
In the south 'cause out in Hollywood, it's plastic and we know who you are
Bury me not in a casket but the seats of my car
Momma said I was a fire starter
Rollin' in these Cadillacs 'til the choir callin'
[Verse 1]
This shit goin' up so fast, pray all the homies finna stay down
Never did somebody dirty, even in the sandbox on the playground
My bitch got a Georgia peach like she done made her way up out the A-town
Plane Jane watch, had to buss it down like I put it on the Greyhound
Addicted to ballin' and scorin', I did it off mics and recordin'
And I came out of a city where people was rappin' but they wasn't actually tourin'
I could've put on some wings and they would still look at me and say that I don't be soarin'
Y'all couldn't box me in if this shit was Creed and you turned to Michael B Jordan
I made it
When makin' it looked like Goliath, I came out the car and I turned into David
Y'all givin' up on all your dreams then look at me livin' mine, that's why you hate it
Entangled in all of this money, before I get played, I'll turn to a player
I'd rather be August Alsina than Will Smith when it's comin' to Jada
In the O-town, I'm the mayor
Keys to the city and keys to the Caddy
Jersey on me like I'm leadin' the Magic
In Florida, but somehow I'm freezin' the Patek (Ice)
Yeah, spend what you want on the car that you want, that's priceless
But you try touchin' this car and you gon' be lifeless
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