Young Fire, Old Flame

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]

Practice what you preach

Stop letting snakes rattle in your streets

I remember feds put me in a grapple in my teens

I was choking, screaming that I couldn't breathe

Imagine I was Eric Garner

See, this was way before the camera phone sagas

Stopped me in my middle and I didn't get no after

Imagine Martin Luther King was Obama

Lately, I feel they've been preeing my vibe

That's why I keep it in drive

Pull up, skrrr, jump out the ride (big 45)

Shit, that was broad daylight

If I shoot you, I'm brainless

If you shoot me, you're famous

Jay wrote the Bible and I studied all the pages

Never judge a book by the cover

You get cases, the game's so dangerous

Social worker flow, I grew up in a social worker home

I never let the social get involved

'Cause now I'm antisocial

While everybody's tryna find emotion

Me, I'm tryna go and buy a ghost so I can disappear in it

Fruits of my labour, now I'm Tony Blair with it

Black lives matter cuh they're killing bare niggas

And we're some rare niggas

They don't wanna know our life story

[Verse 2: Avelino]

I don't wanna know about nobody else

'Cause I swear nobody else ain't wanna know about me

I still barely know myself but now they know about me

They want hugs but there's arms letting go around me

I hope my niggas safe

There's no church in the wild but I know my niggas pray

I spent days in the back, back in the days

That's why the only social thing about me is my Twitter page

[Verse 3: Wretch 32]

Tweet, tweet

I can get a couple bags for a retweet

You don't buy views when you're chilling in the box seats

Before, I couldn't afford to see Thierry Henry

I just shared a box with Thierry Henry

It's just perspective

[Verse 4: Avelino]

Now let me give you mine

The shit I don't is the shit you like

Imagine having nothing but a diamond that'll give you dimes

That's you, momma, I'd kill myself just to give you life

You taught me to have bottle and now I give you wine

Whatever's mine is yours, that's why I give you mine

That's real nigga shit, I know, nigga, shit's real where I've grown

We grew up in broken homes, tryna fix being broke, yeah

[Verse 5: Wretch 32]

Heads high, tryna kill 'em on the low

We were young, Kid Rocks just slinging from our phones

When the block got hot, we were tipping on our toes

Then they got tipped off, started kicking in our homes

[Verse 6: Avelino]

How the fuck are you gonna kill my dreams? I don't even sleep

I ain't reaching my peak, I'll peak and I won't even reach, yeah

I was in T with O for some P

Now I sat nav TOP when I'm roaming the streets

[Verse 7: Wretch 32]

I was an O or two away from owning a ki

But now I've got Millennium Dome in my reach

I'm roaming the streets, holding my peace, holding my P

So you ain't got a chair for me cuh the throne is my seat

[Chorus: Wretch 32 & Avelino]

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

[Outro: J. Warner]

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game

Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame

Let it burn till we kill the whole game