J. Cole
J. Cole - Maine On Fire lyrics
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Maine on fire, my empire be higher Than an octave on Mariah, You niggas should worship sire Your crew holding dead weight like a fuckin' hearse's tire Meanwhile I'm like the flow diversifier verse is flyer Gave you truth at a time when niggas prefer the liars I was David promising the world that ima serve Goliath Then I swam with sharks, Made it to the land and part My dick in bitches with intentions sick as satan's worst desires Hell of a intro speedin' through this life at a hell of a tempo Get my head out the window 20 k in my pocket as I'm feeling the wind blow And I ain't have a wallet since nintendo, comprendo Orchestrating these capers watch my paper crescendo I used to wanna save the world, now all I do is spend dough Till I snap back like hov hat Now I'm back with this big black strap like hol' that Maine on fire Top down bitch I ain't no liar Henny on the rocks and plenty on the watch Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher Maine on fire Every week can see my name on flyers Henny by the shots many bottles pop And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar We collect a hundred thou Getting over on promoters might as well say run it now I was such a cunning child The one your girl mama wish she brought back home instead of you The one your mama glad you hung around Cole a charming nigga that can harm a nigga Chest out in your hood like I walk around with armor nigga But it's just me and all my nigga's and we fuck the baddest Bitches on the planet witnesses this is Hustle at its, finest cause while you nigga's chase vaginas We just let the paper blind us While vaginas chase behind us Take notes make money don't make jokes For the master grab his rope and make us all scapegoats Real shit but if the world really bout to end We might as well let my nigga Craig out the pen Pain so deep the words bled out the pen And maine don't sleep nigga I win then come again Maine on fire Top down bitch I ain't no liar Henny on the rocks and plenty on the watch Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher Maine on fire Every week can see my name on flyers Henny by the shots many bottles pop And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar