[Hook 1: NellyOnDaTrack]

Masterpiece a work of art

One of the greatest

But this next one

Its too much for my own self

I'm at the top shelf

It's getting hot

Firefighter

Lighting up

Like a lighter

The smoke out

Gas mask

Burning up like campfire like a campfire

Like a campfire

Burning up like campfire like a campfire

Like a campfire

It's getting hot

Firefighter

Lighting up

Like a lighter

The smoke out

Gas mask

Burning up like campfire like a campfire

[Verse 2: K.M. King]

Southside we in this hoe

Bring the weed in in boat loads

Got the dope hoes

And they touching toes

Got the chopper bullets

Send them to your nose

Got a new watch

Its rose gold

Your new bitch

Man that thot old

The block hot

But the flow cold

Fucked that bitch

And that brick i sold

Came in

Don't need friends

A new Benz

So much cash

It don't make sense

City stronger than Clark Kent

Got a new bitch with an accent

All my real niggas is flashing

All you other niggas is absent

A 100,000 dollars y'all ain't matching

A new check what i cashed in

Southside what i'm repping

Spent a half a mil on a necklace

Get the weed straight from the Mexicans

Fucked her once she wanna sex again

I fill my Sprite with medicine

All these bodies out we catchin'

Southside we flexing'

[Hook 2: NellyOnDaTrack]

Masterpiece a work of art

One of the greatest

But this next one

Its too much for my own self

I'm at the top shelf

It's getting hot

Firefighter

Lighting up

Like a lighter

The smoke out

Gas mask

Burning up like campfire like a campfire

Like a campfire

Burning up like campfire like a campfire

Like a campfire

[Verse 2: Dae]

Bitch I'm reloading

My pockets stay bloated

A real nigga moment

The bricks i stay toting

Rap better than you

You a sneak disser too

You let other niggas write your bars for you

Can't pay attention

I'm with squad

Dick long as a fishing rod

Bitch stop I'm doing me

T'nup on the beat

Gang know i always got the heat

Campfire

Campfire

These hoes lie

So i don't cuff

I only fuck

Shoot a nigga if he bluff

Hold my city down leave you in handcuffs

Got it your momma' and the bitch like it rough

2Pac dream can't nobody else do it

Camera on the scene got your bitch making movies

Nell and K.M. King might fuck the bitch with me

Yea

Pullin' the trigger

I'm killing you niggas

Bank account crazy I shit on you niggas

I'm at the top

I ain't gonna drop

All of my niggas passing the rocks

Sipping codeine and I'm feeling sleepy

All of these hoes wanna be with me

She getting faded she on that Whitney

And I'm on that Bobby

It make me catch bodies

Got guns from Pakistan and niggas from Afghanistan

Your hoe a good fan

She give me head in a mini van

Got a white bitch her body good

But that bitch just need a tan

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