Fire

Fire - Vince Staples

School couldn't get me into Heaven

And Heaven couldn't get me in a b**ch bed

Bred 11's that I stole on a house lick

Got them hoes whole Polo outfits

Feelin' like Young Dro summertime '06

Thirteen years old runnin' my home ya b**ch

Believe that we was thuggin' on the back street

Catchin' cases probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

Them Yankee hats remind me of my younger days

Dog was a maniac

My momma had me

Where them babies havin' babies at

My knuckles ashy knockin' niggas on they a**

For smackin' never lackin'

Road to riches is a path

Mothaf**ka watch your a**

And quick race dawg

For when cold blood like Crips

You dig your own grave

When you f**kin' with the Lord

Catch a fade probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway