Fire

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] When a nigga lash out, wanna label me a thug Well, I'ma show you what it feel like A nigga had to share clothes and bath soap My first time whippin' crack, I ain't get it right I just hit twenty-seven, heard the legends die young I don't fuck with needles or crack pipes But I put that on my kid, I'ma die for my young Hopefully she'll get the steps right Remember wakin' up at county My attorney got whole list of assaults Half are plea bargains, other half I paid off And all the crimes I committed, I see the judge read it off And all the police be crooked, and you can't judge me at all (Ha, yeah) I see the nigga I wanna be in the mirror And I didn't love myself like I do now Ooh yeah, they hate a nigga that's fearless (Huh) They hate the freedom, yeah, they hate a nigga lifestyle [Chorus: Sevyn Streeter, Kap G] Oh-oh (Oh-oh) Sick and tired of always bein' fed up You know diamonds only form from pressure You're expectin' me to run for cover But it's bombs away tonight Dance with the Devil, I'm playin' with fire Nothin' gon' change, nothin' gon' save me I'm playin' with fire Ain't no breakin' these chains, so why am I prayin'? I'm playin' with fire Home all alone, sittin' here cryin' for someone to take me I got no hands on the wheel Drivin' while I'm intoxicated (Ayy), hey [Verse 2: Kap G] Yeah, I just want a brand new Royce, yeah (Skrrt) I just want a brand new Porsche, yeah (That Porsche) I just want a Lambo' with the horse, yeah (With the horse) I just wanna dress you up in Dior, yeah (In Dior) I remember when I was poor, yeah (When I was poor) Now I'm on my way to the Forbes, yeah (Forbes list) I don't really like to eat port, yeah (Eat pork) Disappointers will be whippin' with the fork, yeah (Fork, yeah) Skrrt, skrrt My brother, they whippin' up I want the Bentley truck (Ooh) Can't put the semi up For Magic City, yeah Sleep with the semi up (Gang!) They won't fuck with me I'm fuckin' the city up (Ooh) Ramen noodles, rockin' Nobu now I'm doin' shows up in Honolulu I'm posted in the cut just like a boo-boo My bitch from New Orleans, but she don't do voodoo [Chorus: Sevyn Streeter] Oh-oh (Oh-oh) Sick and tired of always bein' fed up You know diamonds only form from pressure You're expectin' me to run for cover But it's bombs away tonight Dance with the Devil, I'm playin' with fire Nothin' gon' change, nothin' gon' save me I'm playin' with fire Ain't no breakin' these chains so why am I prayin'? I'm playin' with fire Home all alone, sittin' here cryin' for someone to take me I got no hands on the wheel Drivin' while I'm intoxicated, hey