FIRE ON ME E

The building, I'm in building. A weed rain the couch. Give one and I'll take It on time. Three to five stacks and I Drive For a dime. Money Man, money man. My vision is bleeding, All on my ghetto. Who my window so I know my haters get Low. Broken, got denied inside my head, Nothing can I trust and fight the devil though Inside it says he's winning. The wicked see the darkness, my symbolism must have Given war. We worship God, worship devil, Worship both the eyes. Sooner later, payer days will come with any prayer. I'm A killer, so get killed or power, Money, power. can it running through me, something That