Fireworks Lyrics

I'm home, birthdays and holidays, winters and summers

What a bummer, I used to be a runner, no stunner

I came up from the bottom, I was full of wonder

At everything that I see, loud crashing thunder

Finally made me see that the loot I plundered

Was taken silently, I violently went under

Now I'm back to the place where I came from

Getting back to the pace like I'm Jason

Visualizing the dreams that I'm chasing

Still I feel that my future is fade on, they done

Did it again, they claim another one

A rising sun, who fell back to his father's lair

His father wasn't there, just an empty chair

To remind him that his part will be there

For one of many heirs

So many years climbing, I thought I'd never fall

Dribble till my shit went flat, I need a better ball

Pitch black like the skies I'm seeing

In a whip that's designed by Europeans

Flip a switch, drop the roof, and blaze on by

Thumbing we turn the bass on high

Pitch black like the skies I'm seeing

With a bitch, with a mind of a North Korean

If you don't fear Vig, like Kim Jong-un

Firework, she make shit go boom

Baddest bitch in the game, it's Cardi B

You let my wives tell it, but I can hardly see

The difference with this one and that one

It's like a difference from a special to magnum

I'm like a difference from a cannon and handgun

I'm indifferent when I score with the and 1, damn son

Just my presence round these faggots, they flinch

Every round is a cinch when we down in the clinch

Only difference between y'all is an eighth of an inch

Get it? You should play that back

An eighth of an inch? Yo, where you get that

Well the round of a .44 mag

When it's measured from the front to the back

It's an eighth of an inch, longer than a special

But that's what makes it special, I'm a hip-hop vessel

The leagues of God wrestle in the spot where I nestle

Pitch black like the skies I'm seeing

In a whip that's designed by Europeans

Flip a switch, drop the roof, and blaze on by

Thumbing we turn the bass on high

Pitch black like the skies I'm seeing

With a bitch, with a mind of a North Korean

If you don't fear Vig, like Kim Jong-un

Firework, she make shit go boom

I'm from the era of them pimps, dope dealers and killers

Militant niggas, all the bad bitches, they feel us

With a stain on my shirt from Colgate

I roll skate all around the projects during a time of no gates

And look for my dogs I run with and hung with

The rest of them niggas got hunted and haunted

I never thought that I was being a bully

I guess the way that I was taught is that they understood me

Check it, some years lapse and I'm getting older

I'm on the corner shooting craps, slinging coke and soda

The older folks said I'm lost and my life is over

The only thing that I lost is my remote controller

Damn it, who would've thought that I would be so fly

With all the money that I receive from helping fiends to get high

Shit, my life is just beginning with all the things I could try

And I started smoking weed, nigga, pass me that fire