Rascals (UK) - Fire Blaze lyrics

[Verse 1: Professor Green] I'm on fire, I'm on fire I'm a liar, my pants are on fire So is my hair, yeah this new hair style Takes so much much f**ing hairspray that if anybody Gets anywhere near me with a lighter Up in flames, red carpet in a suit Next minute a fitted red cap and a couple of chains Look what I've done for the game It all popped off, now they're telling me I'm pop I just got started, they're telling me to stop f** what they're telling me I got papers cuz, I'm a pedigree Bygones are bygones, brudda better let it be Otherwise leg it when you see the Rottweiler Scheiße, now you're a munch in the eyes of a dog I feel like Jay, they must need a reminder I don't know why, man, it's like they forgot I know I said I was a liar but I was lying, a liar I'm not What about all of the green and white I shot? I might keep my eyes on the prize But I still keep my eyes on the price of a box I'm a tyrant, like it or not And I still got a bag of man around me That are gonna ride whether they got a license or not They might act like they're hot for my name But trust, they ain't ever gonna try for my spot [Hook] We are gon' burn the place down down Rude boy fire up, fire up, flame on Turn it up loud loud Rudegirl light 'em up, we running London town We'll raise the underground Nah fool, you ain't f**ing with a Rascal [Verse 2] k** off Off your CD case I'll bill off This time last year you was cold But now you're old and dead and fell off You know me, Pro White kid with a bowse flow I will tell man once I will raise hell If it's hell man want And my name rings bells When I'm here my don My don you can't pull em off Can't run with the style, you ain't cool enough Loud ras they think that I talk a lot Underground scene I'll leave it cornered off I'm totally hot, you're not E3 LON we bop bop Eyes locked when I bop to the shop Cause I'm a real don ain't costing a lot [Hook] [Verse 3] Hell living And nah it won't change and no you cannot relate Cah my world's different, a new day a new wave And these fakes wanna hop on my page cah it's well written Yeah basic no help given Yeah that ape sh** but it smells different You know what it is, me and Scribz up in hell's kitchen Living that real life Real guy with a ill mind My cup fill mine A$AP, trill life Drinking up whatever's in my cup And we live it up cause it feels right Rip him up if he's spitting tough And we'll f** him up cause we k** guys [Hook]