[Verse 1: Bobby Winning]
I am, so fanatic with this sh** man
It's like a crack addiction every time a track is written
I need another fix asap so Im right back to the spitting
Been like this ever since I was a kid practicing in the kitchen
Tapping the beat with my hand while scrabbeling on the sheets man
It's the best feeling, right next to tapping a** on chickens
And pouring up gla**es of the liquor. I prefer Cognac or Whiskey
Think I'm worth billions when I'm relaxing with my misses
Then I'm right back at it. I'm so sporadic with the flipping
Practicing different flows, so I can vary the axes of rhythm
Regardless of which context I'm pa**ionately gripping
I do it with sprinkles of mathematical wisdom
f** it. I'm dope even if I bar random gibberish
With no facts in the sentence I still grab a mention
There's no wonder I'm laughing at you midgets
I make y'all look ridiculous like Shaq when he tripping
[Chorus: Bobby Winning]
You see I lock sh**. And then I pop sh**
And then we Rock it like a rocket
Start a moshpit, on some rock sh**
And then we burn down the god damn top list
That hot sh**. I got it, no lying
Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am
On fire
Motherf**er I'm on fire
[Verse 2: ZEPS]
I am, so fanatic with this sh** man
It's like a coke addiction every time the dope is drippin
My flow precision is potent so ima go the distance
Whether fresh freestyles or kickin older writtens
I got the pole position, always in first place
Never wack rap, that is the worst case
All beats are sick, every verse great
Pussies that want beef, i call it skirt steak
I love boom bap gutter when i wanna spit
But u might hear me do electronic sh**
Jazz tobacco with my live band ima flip
Like a marijuana spliff strong like a monolith
My conglomerate consists, of straight spittas
Gorilla ape k**as forilla we stay illa fill a
Cup, with your favorite drink and raise it
My mom raised a kid with nothin but John Blaze sh**
[Chorus: Bobby Winning]
You see I lock sh**. And then I pop sh**
And then we Rock it like a rocket
Start a moshpit, on some rock sh**
And then we burn down the god damn top list
That hot sh**. I got it, no lying
Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am
On fire
Motherf**er I'm on fire
[Break: Bobby Winning]
Gotta have a third though I live for the first
Started off a kindergarten thug, graduated to a nerd
Hip hop, I'm so infatuated by Her. So I
Never amputate my words, I'm calculating all my verses
[Verse 3: ZEPS]
Ayo Bobby. How come promoters sleepin' on me
Like I can't pack a house, damn, come on B
I'ma tell them all f** you calmly
ZEPS in the best, dead a** like a zombie
Track sheets, check my stats rap athlete
Only fat beats blowing up like plastique
All these wack geeks belong in a trash heap
Lazy pricks, i recorded 5 songs last week!
[Verse 4: Bobby Winning]
Feed them to the ma**es and watch them heads blow
I swear to everything sacred my best flow is like a d**h roll
Cranked on espresso and then I just go
The outcome is something like track 12 on Stankon
So by now you should know what fire is
Cuz motherf**er. We got that fire b**h
Whenever I write stuff so I dare you to put me in a cypher
Bobby Winning, I'm on fire like Richard Pryor high with a motherf**ing
[Chorus: Bobby Winning]
You see I lock sh**. And then I pop sh**
And then we Rock it like a rocket
Start a moshpit, on some rock sh**
And then we burn down the god damn top list
That hot sh**. I got it, no lying
Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am
On fire
Motherf**er I'm on fire