sire got game
time change my rhymes have a range mentally deranged essentially insane Fire Hot Flame Sire got game fame kept low your brain got chains change lanes the aim stained fame return how you came burn you lame high tide die or ride be shy or die why cry crocodile tears victories lopsided for years history a mystery for my peers get locked for a while ooh child hits hot evil people show a feeble smile the inventor of real style the appeal is wild if you want to change we must elevate the game the mental strain will prevent you from gain the drum is like a gun fun but when drained self-accountability gums enflamed around me popularity is the name