Spitfire
[Intro]I'm a young, 24 year old niggaI come to take this game and bring it to meWe gon' be hereAin't no fly by night niggaWe gon' be here two years, three yearsI got this shit
[Verse]Wire taps, y'all some grown liarsI'm Julius with Cleo betting on my empireI'm busy in the jet, like a SpitfireGrandiose in the house, looking like GranadaI'm pops to your daughter's daughterWant my head like Pompeii, the Roman riderI write you off like a speed infractionI'm through with all the talkingYour misery got bad companyFuck all y'all beenIt's LK, symbolicAll the shit I embodyYou might get shot but Johnny's driving nice carsTryna park it, don't you holla if it ain't my GuallaGrowing up where I'm from, iPhone to get you towed onLocated in bankroll, my niggas weight the domeThe shit I've waited for ever since Brenda SongTold you that I'd make-make it home, motherfuckersThis ain't no ball game, mad ruckusMore like the Rucker, more like Christchurch, motherTeresa cash, credit and visasNot the car, but the passport featureNeed the passport if you're riding with the assholeTell her no bags, we shopping on tour, freakWe make a nice cold week and if you ass caught creepingI'm balanced on the poppers, if I stop won't tell who droppingI'm topic of discussion when it's who young with the moneyI'm here, motherfuckersI hear my name from the bleachersBut I'm too busy reachingLooking up to deceased kingsLong live the last king, Martin had a dream
[Outro]And it's meBusy in the jet like a spitfireJulius built my empireY'all some grown liarsY'all some grown liarsBusy in the jet like a spitfireJulius built my empireY'all some grown liarsY'all some grown liars