Fire lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kap G)

 When a nigga lash out, wanna label me a thug

Well I'ma show you what it feel like

A nigga had to share a cloak and bath soap

My first time whippin' crack, I ain't get it right

I just hit twenty-seven, heard them 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

Ha, they hate the freedom, yeah, they hate a nigga lifestyle

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

All on my own, sittin' here cryin' for someone to take me

I got no hands on the wheel

Drivin' while I'm intoxicated (Ayy)

Yeah, I just wanna brand new Royce, yeah (Skrrt)

I just wanna brand new Porsche, yeah (New Porsche)

I just want a Lambo' with the horse, yeah (With the horse)

I just wanna dress you up you 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 (To the Forbes)

I don't really like to import, yeah (Import)

Disappointers'll be with me with the fork, yeah

Skrrt, skrrt

My brother, they whippin'

No, I want the Bentley truck (Ooh)

Can't put a semi up

For Magic City up

Sleep with the semi up (Gang!)

They don't fuck with me

I'm fuckin' the city up (Ooh)

Ramen noodles, rockin' food now

I'm doin' shows up in Honolulu

I posted in the cut just like a boo-boo

My bitch from New Orleans but she don't do voodoo

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

All on my own, sittin' here cryin' for someone to take me

I got no hands on the wheel

Drivin' while I'm intoxicated, hey