"World On Fire" lyrics
I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart (Jellyy on that)
Scorch, baow
Like all blocks who was lit, we done flamed up
I told bro that his form had to change up
'Cause I just watched him miss an open layup
But I can't be mad, gotta work on my range jump too and I'm 'posed a hall of famer
Flamer, start hittin' the gym, never gave up
And the scenes that I talk about really not made up (M Row)
Word to bro, **** was just callin' a bitch that I had in the bed, she just ate up
I told her to answer the phone, I'ma lower my tone, like, shh, hold on, wait up
SB tryin' too hard to get his name up
Don't go out like— He got left with his face up
I got a four-nick', tryna ball on a Pacer
Chaser, bullets gon' knock down a racer
Nasi, Slime, Rip, face you
This always gon' happen when y'all don't duck rec
Hits, vics, RIPs, spliffs
I don't why y'all usin' the Jets for protection
I ain't gon' lie, lil' kid done caught one good hit, but right after, I put him in check
Throwin' at his neck
Beatdown, Scooter just stomped on his face, what the fuck you expect? Uh
Let's set the world on fire
Every block, make it go up in flames
This fit too hot, so I had to go change
And go back to that block, I can't drill in the same shit
You think I was gone over there feelin' good?
Know I do drills, emotionally in pain
When I get locked, I be takin' the blame
Your honor, I was tryna work on my aim (Aim down sight, go bang)
Scorch, baow
Like all blocks who was lit, we done flamed up
I told bro that his form had to change up
'Cause I just watched him miss an open layup
But I can't be mad, gotta work on my range jump too and I'm 'posed a hall of famer
Flamer, start hittin' the gym, never gave up
And the scenes that I talk about really not made up (M Row)
Blitz, baow, ambush
Push up on him, he think that I planned it
This not a setup, don't lack with your head up
Look out all directions before you go vanish
One opp, two opp dead
I don't how the fuck do y'all niggas still manage
To talk like niggas, not smokin' them niggas
And y'all always got home court advantage
Spin back on y'all niggas, tryna ball out, nigga
Word to my mother, nigga
I just want to start a flame in your heart (Jellyy on that)
Scorch, baow
Like all blocks who was lit, we done flamed up
I told bro that his form had to change up
'Cause I just watched him miss an open layup
But I can't be mad, gotta work on my range jump too and I'm 'posed a hall of famer
Flamer, start hittin' the gym, never gave up
And the scenes that I talk about really not made up (M Row)
Word to bro, **** was just callin' a bitch that I had in the bed, she just ate up
I told her to answer the phone, I'ma lower my tone, like, shh, hold on, wait up
SB tryin' too hard to get his name up
Don't go out like— He got left with his face up
I got a four-nick', tryna ball on a Pacer
Chaser, bullets gon' knock down a racer
Nasi, Slime, Rip, face you
This always gon' happen when y'all don't duck rec
Hits, vics, RIPs, spliffs
I don't why y'all usin' the Jets for protection
I ain't gon' lie, lil' kid done caught one good hit, but right after, I put him in check
Throwin' at his neck
Beatdown, Scooter just stomped on his face, what the fuck you expect? Uh
Let's set the world on fire
Every block, make it go up in flames
This fit too hot, so I had to go change
And go back to that block, I can't drill in the same shit
You think I was gone over there feelin' good?
Know I do drills, emotionally in pain
When I get locked, I be takin' the blame
Your honor, I was tryna work on my aim (Aim down sight, go bang)
Scorch, baow
Like all blocks who was lit, we done flamed up
I told bro that his form had to change up
'Cause I just watched him miss an open layup
But I can't be mad, gotta work on my range jump too and I'm 'posed a hall of famer
Flamer, start hittin' the gym, never gave up
And the scenes that I talk about really not made up (M Row)
Blitz, baow, ambush
Push up on him, he think that I planned it
This not a setup, don't lack with your head up
Look out all directions before you go vanish
One opp, two opp dead
I don't how the fuck do y'all niggas still manage
To talk like niggas, not smokin' them niggas
And y'all always got home court advantage
Spin back on y'all niggas, tryna ball out, nigga
Word to my mother, nigga
