The Fire Inside You

Light a match. Spark a flame in the middle of the crossroad.

Mixed signals, no net worth, keep secrets like it's Morse code. Can't stand the

heat because most you wiggers living on the North Pole. Not a Jedi,

but I hit 'em high with a force blow. In torch mode. Candle light,

see my torch glow. From the jungle right up to your fucking porch,

bro, the threshold. Where there's smoke, that's where my course goes.

The charts hit, like my drip, misses rizz, like a motherfucking sports bra.

You in my way, stay in your lane. Niggas violate my