J-Alta - How Much Fire lyrics

(Verse 1: J-Alta) I'm just ego tripping, and I'm kilo spitting Pa**ing up these opportunities like free throw missing Where I'm from all we got is drama, marijuana Before she was the drinking age, she a baby mama And his hoop dreams turned in to the court with your honor Maybe it's just karma, uh well all I know is that Birthed these flows, and now the verse so cold That outside the studio gotta keep a hearse on hold If there's a rapper that's better you gotta show me Watch him pen his retirement letter like he Kobe I'm just saying better watch it ‘for you bring the old me The one that had nothing to lose, and everything to prove In high school, all the cool, said don't follow the rules Was it a tool, cause minorities now looking like fools Our lunch tables, was jokes, hoes, clothes, those conversations While whites were graduation and these college applications, uh Maybe we should be an*lyzing our circle Simple mindstates will hurt you, or even worse murk you (Verse 2: J-Alta) How much heat is needed to just to prove that it's fire How much designer is it needed just to prove that I'm flyer I know money ain't the answer but it got me defensive Cause if time heals rather rock a watch that's expensive Listen, evading shade and my future got brighter Though the circle got smaller the team only got tighter Took some time to myself, I'm just tryna get better That timeout was crucial and I ain't talking Chris Webber I would study MCs The way young hoopers studied Reggie Millers 3s Seeing all these ads like be all you can be And so the flow caught the wave, bars are military grade, battle? Cemeteries made Hold up, voices in my head saying let go Calls from these student loans yet I'm worried bout flows It's rent , food , or studio only two is afforded So before you ask which, just know this got recorded Mind going insane, imagination is lit If there were pennies for my thoughts id already be rich (Verse 3: J-Alta) Small town kid with these big city dreams I would envy all of those with those big city things All the chances we never had, cars we never seen The b**hes we'd never bag, the stars all on the scene I'm looking at TV, like, maybe just one day f** it's gon happen I'ma figure out someway So it's, middle fingers to all of the non-believers Won't be an underachiever, this the product of a dreamer And the flow is aquafina, these rappers are washed So I'ma take em out the cleaners, just to show I can floss I would rather bag a Trina than another subpoena Rather trade this Honda in for a beamer, whip me something that's meaner