Fire

[Verse 1] I was about as uncool as a niece's mother's biggest brother But now it's all butter Now I'm bout as uncool as some cover to a pool from a puddle Like a monsoon but subtler Slowly pull up my pants A sagger to a flooder Now you need a submarine the way I'm cuffin' my jeans Like I'm arrestin' my dress code The dress clothes and the dress toes So let's roll Ghetto Lambda Lambda's how I address those Niggas might peep and think geek But you need that when you knee-deep goin' on waist-high Get up to your neck just like a great tie I finally got the Windsor Like on my eighth try Your shirt's still soakin' wet Your slacks ain't dry And I have yet to even fall from the sky I'm hotter than red with a head full of lye Better run and get Spike, tell him I'm on fire [Verse 2] Hell, I don't wanna see you like a male stripper As you picture yourself lookin' at pictures of male strippers That's how that I don't wanna go to hell nigga Wish you well like a wishin' well wisher wish itself It fell at first so now I sail with you If it happen to sink I pitch in with pails And pitchers, bucket, and cup it back to the river Then cover the leak with Garbage Pail Kid stickers {dynamite} and first aid the way your saviors Now your flow look like my bedroom door when I was four No rockin that boat, or you be swimmin', fo sho Oh, I stay ship-shape all aboard That's just how I roll When I try and keep the run afloat Hating's a disease And it's deadly if you catch it Crabs in the bucket Always tryna pull me backwards Position rarely change so they don't really matter If not the same then similar like Asher and Mathers [Verse 3] Bully or I bogard Bodacious so I'm Humphrey I used to rubber band but now I got a bungee If you let me expand That refers to the money Gucci's all good Chanel is all chummy And that ain't even for me My honey and my mommy I'd rather be bummy, nappy on top Cipriani in my tummy The fade is for the fans Not even for my fans It's more for like the brand Whether you hear the words or just a show of hands The sign language lady who be translatin' my jams You really like the beats or you barely understand Why I throw my set up wherever I am Man, it's cause I love my town My mind was a sponge, but now it's Sham-Wow I never throw in the towel so just wipe me down But don't you get too close They might have to put you out