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Momma always said I was a fire starter Guess I'm just a rolling stone like my father Getting richer than I ever been ain't tired of balling Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling In the south cause out in Hollywood it's plastic And we know who you are Bury me not in a casket but the seats of my car Momma said I was a fire starter Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling This shit going up so fast pray all the homies finna stay down Never did somebody dirty even in the sandbox on the playground My bitch got a Georgia peach like she done made her way up out the A town Plane Jane watch had to buss it down like I put it on the greyhound Addicted to balling and scoring I did it off mics and recordings And I came out of a city where people was rapping but they wasn't actually touring I coulda put on some wings and they would still look at me and say that I don't be soaring Ya'll couldn't box me in if this shit was Creed and you turned to Michael B Jordan I made it When making it looked like Goliath I came out the car and I turned into David Ya'll giving up on all your dreams then look at me living mine that's why you hate it Entangled in all of this money before I get played I'll turn to a player I'd rather be August Alsina than Will Smith when it's coming to Jada In the O-town I'm the mayor Keys to the city and keys to the Caddy Jersey on me like I'm leading the Magic Letras de cancionesIn Florida but somehow I'm freezing the Patek (ice) Spend what you want on the car that you want that's priceless But you try touching this car and you gone be lifeless Momma always said I was a fire starter Guess I'm just a rolling stone like my father Getting richer than I ever been ain't tired of balling Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling In the south cause out in Hollywood it's plastic And we know who you are Bury me not in a casket but the seats of my car Momma said I was a fire starter Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling The Cadillac came outta 69 My hustle inspired my Nipsey's grind Pick all the greatest rappers: Eminem, Nas, Tupac, Biggie, this them combined I had to get all my credit and cheddar cause label execs wouldn't give me mine There's too many diamonds inside of the watch It's flooded but I know its really time Flash back to the trap Me and Pimpin tryna put the city on the map Washing dishes at the restaurant selling weed I told em meet me in the back Pops died almost dropped out of school My grades D's like the rims on the lac Wrapping up the packages I never thought I'd go and make a million off of rap My God how my life changed This preparation with right aim Going against me like a hose of gasoline trying to fight flames All you gone make it some torches Then you gone make me pull up in them Porsches Beat him up outside 7eleven God damn, got blood on the forces My cars got too many horses My bitch do too many contortions My account got too many commas At the dealership with too many choices God blessing me foreal Cross on my head cause I been anointed Trying to stop the wave like running in circles All that shit is pointless Momma always said I was a fire starter Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling Until the choir calling Until the choir calling Always be a fire starter Momma always said I was a fire starter Rolling in these Cadillacs until the choir calling Until the choir calling Until the choir calling Always be a fire starter From Letras Mania