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
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