Fire - Alex Wiley

Aight look ok

Aight look

Aight, Aight

Motherfuckers tryna' dine

That’s the struggle timeless

Everybody on their grind

But it don’t define us

Tell 'em we on fire

Let me take you higher

We on fire

Pissed off

No wonder everyone’s pissed off

Whipping 'till I break my wrist off

Empty pockets make my dick soft

I don’t give no fucks about them

Moved away I do not miss ya

Smoking my dope in the mountains

Tripping and sipping elixirs

Wizzle be spinning them scriptures

These niggas suck, like they play for the Sixers

If you don’t know me like that, call me mister

Can’t believe niggas tried to go against him

Now they like, «So sorry for the mixup» ayy

I think y’all should need to fixup

Driving for greatness my only addiction ayy

I think I see the whole picture ayy

Turn me up

Turn me up

Aight look ok

Aight look

Aight, Aight

Motherfuckers tryna' dine

That’s the struggle timeless

Everybody on their grind

But it don’t define us

Tell 'em we on fire

Let me take you hire

We on fire