| See the fire ain’t burning, no more | 
| Hits ain’t gonna get made between now and Double Oh 8 | 
| No need to hate, I throw them the bait | 
| They keep replying but don’t carry weight | 
| Fire Camp ain’t gangsters | 
| There’s no top flight spitters in the camp that anybody rates | 
| I roll with the greats | 
| When I’m out I don’t see none of them man touch mic on the stage | 
| But, I’m on stage with beats and bars | 
| Got the goons outside with the heat in the car | 
| These man are ready with the clip, it’s a par | 
| I’ll clip your wings like clip it’s a par | 
| I’m quick with the bars | 
| You should of never tried tried | 
| I will never let that slide, I’m a star | 
| All of you lot can run up your mouth | 
| I’m already on the map and I’ve made my mark | 
| I’m still making money | 
| And your sound will done me | 
| No, see the fire ain’t burning no more | 
| Hits ain’t gonna get made its over | 
| I’m still making money | 
| And your sound will done me | 
| No, see the fire ain’t burning no more | 
| Hits ain’t gonna get made its over | 
| I’m an E3 soldier, L-O-N older | 
| North west roller, top boy I already told ya | 
| Southside, westside stroller | 
| Two faces cold Ok but | 
| Wiley is colder | 
| Look we’re on TV again but when I’m in country | 
| Nobody knows ya | 
| Nobody knows ya | 
| He’ll be like what blood, what blood | 
| Say that again and I’ll be like nobody knows ya | 
| When I’m in country I’m Wiley | 
| I don’t try be a J. Hova | 
| Don’t say Cadillac, nar I’d rather say Nova | 
| I’m on elastic now but I might leave here and move on to colder | 
| Wiley, I’m the Eski-beat older | 
| Plus I’m a heavyweight, write bars everyday | 
| Come in with a four round here, wars over | 
| I’m still making money | 
| And your sound will done me | 
| No, see the fire ain’t burning no more | 
| Hits ain’t gonna get made its over | 
| I’m still making money | 
| And your sound will done me | 
| No, see the fire ain’t burning no more | 
| Hits ain’t gonna get made its over | 
| The games changed, there’s no room for you | 
| No room for Lethal, no room for crews | 
| Walk the walk in 3's or 2's | 
| And the pitch formation is 4, 4 too | 
| Prick tried to do a mix CD too | 
| But you didn’t even sell past three, three two | 
| Heard you mention E3 too, If you come to E3 you will see me too | 
| You will see me too with the 4, 3 too | 
| Rep for my hood I’m a war G too | 
| And I ain’t gotta run up my mouth anymore | 
| Stay calm, when I’m ready I’m warry too | 
| Gotta move on from POW, let go of that | 
| 9 to 5 jobs there’re calling you | 
| Everyone can see that Lethal ain’t helping | 
| Obvious, just another fallen crew | 
| I’m still making money | 
| And your sound will done me | 
| No, see the fire ain’t burning no more | 
| Hits ain’t gonna get made its over | 
| I’m still making money | 
| And your sound will done me | 
| No, see the fire ain’t burning no more | 
| Hits ain’t gonna get made its over |