Burn One (Radio Edit)
They actin like they know
They better take a second guess
Got my sights set on gold never second best
Buda got me blown smoke swirls throughout my chest
Haaaa
They say life's a bitch well imma get her wet
The illest yet in full effect
Bullshit don't fly here you better come correct
Hit my line come by and connect
Too many coins to collect
Too many joints to ingest
Life is no easy quest and we all die in the end
Thats for real Man
Fuck how all you haters feeling
I'm blasting beats blazing bud binging bottles chilling
I'm in my town breaking pounds grab the jar and fill it
I'm in my whip hotboxing this wood that's really hitting hitting
I wouldn't have it any other way
With all the hate in my city
I'm lucky seeing another day
Coolin underneath the shade they throw my way
Ya'll afraid to be yourself well this is me on full display
Burn One
Blazing underneath the cali sun rays
Hopin all this work pays off some day
Some say I'm losing my mind
Sendin smoke to the sky and I'm just getting high
Getting high
And that's the truth
But don't forget the endless hours locked up in the booth
Or all the memory's with my kid I can't recoupe
Or all the times these dudes switched up out the blue
Caveman tell em
Im trying to kill em' with success
Im trying to kill em trying to kill em
Two to the chest
Look look Look aye
Take it there if you want
Barbecue at the pad we got killas out front
Chain smoking while examining life
Fall down once I'm rollin up twice
Twice
Maya Angelou still I rise
Still I rise
My integrity never compromised
Never That
It's time to get em
I feel em to humble
It's time to get em boy
Mothafuck em
Mothafuck em
I swing Swords I break laws
A vocal god
A vocal god
Don't get me pissed off
My time wearing thin my clock ticking
My clock ticking
I'm just blessed to be living
I'm just blessed
I've gotten used to the pain
And when the flesh gone
They gon remember the name Ayyy
They gon remember
Blazing underneath the cali sun rays
Hopin all this work pays off some day
Some say I'm losing my mind
Sendin smoke to the sky and I'm just getting high
Getting high
And that's the truth
But don't forget the endless hours locked up in the booth
Or all the memory's with my kid I can't recoupe
Or all the times these dudes switched up out the blue
Out the blue
Yeah I let em say what they say
Cuz they know the deal
Tuck they tails when they see me
Cuz they know the drill
You Ain't real
You a snitch nine
I know your kind
Sucking dick for some studio time
You a fake ass rap trash
Wannabe
Silly face tats make you luck dumb
Obviously
Homie the clown
And I don't play that
My soul can't be bought
Yo can you say that?
I don't think so you probably sell your bootyhole
You should hit kern street
You know go pro
It's to easy clowning suckas I got jokes for days
I'm on some other shit
You stuck on the same page
I'm an 831 innovator
And you
Your whole life ass been a hater
Sad
Cuz you stuck on the sidelines
Reason being
We ain't fuckin with yo whack rhymes
Blazing underneath the cali sun rays
Hopin all this work pays off some day
Some say I'm losing my mind
Sendin smoke to the sky and I'm just getting high
Getting high
And that's the truth
But don't forget the endless hours locked up in the booth
Or all the memory's with my kid I can't recoupe
Or all the times these dudes switched up out the blue
Out the blue
They better take a second guess
Got my sights set on gold never second best
Buda got me blown smoke swirls throughout my chest
Haaaa
They say life's a bitch well imma get her wet
The illest yet in full effect
Bullshit don't fly here you better come correct
Hit my line come by and connect
Too many coins to collect
Too many joints to ingest
Life is no easy quest and we all die in the end
Thats for real Man
Fuck how all you haters feeling
I'm blasting beats blazing bud binging bottles chilling
I'm in my town breaking pounds grab the jar and fill it
I'm in my whip hotboxing this wood that's really hitting hitting
I wouldn't have it any other way
With all the hate in my city
I'm lucky seeing another day
Coolin underneath the shade they throw my way
Ya'll afraid to be yourself well this is me on full display
Burn One
Blazing underneath the cali sun rays
Hopin all this work pays off some day
Some say I'm losing my mind
Sendin smoke to the sky and I'm just getting high
Getting high
And that's the truth
But don't forget the endless hours locked up in the booth
Or all the memory's with my kid I can't recoupe
Or all the times these dudes switched up out the blue
Caveman tell em
Im trying to kill em' with success
Im trying to kill em trying to kill em
Two to the chest
Look look Look aye
Take it there if you want
Barbecue at the pad we got killas out front
Chain smoking while examining life
Fall down once I'm rollin up twice
Twice
Maya Angelou still I rise
Still I rise
My integrity never compromised
Never That
It's time to get em
I feel em to humble
It's time to get em boy
Mothafuck em
Mothafuck em
I swing Swords I break laws
A vocal god
A vocal god
Don't get me pissed off
My time wearing thin my clock ticking
My clock ticking
I'm just blessed to be living
I'm just blessed
I've gotten used to the pain
And when the flesh gone
They gon remember the name Ayyy
They gon remember
Blazing underneath the cali sun rays
Hopin all this work pays off some day
Some say I'm losing my mind
Sendin smoke to the sky and I'm just getting high
Getting high
And that's the truth
But don't forget the endless hours locked up in the booth
Or all the memory's with my kid I can't recoupe
Or all the times these dudes switched up out the blue
Out the blue
Yeah I let em say what they say
Cuz they know the deal
Tuck they tails when they see me
Cuz they know the drill
You Ain't real
You a snitch nine
I know your kind
Sucking dick for some studio time
You a fake ass rap trash
Wannabe
Silly face tats make you luck dumb
Obviously
Homie the clown
And I don't play that
My soul can't be bought
Yo can you say that?
I don't think so you probably sell your bootyhole
You should hit kern street
You know go pro
It's to easy clowning suckas I got jokes for days
I'm on some other shit
You stuck on the same page
I'm an 831 innovator
And you
Your whole life ass been a hater
Sad
Cuz you stuck on the sidelines
Reason being
We ain't fuckin with yo whack rhymes
Blazing underneath the cali sun rays
Hopin all this work pays off some day
Some say I'm losing my mind
Sendin smoke to the sky and I'm just getting high
Getting high
And that's the truth
But don't forget the endless hours locked up in the booth
Or all the memory's with my kid I can't recoupe
Or all the times these dudes switched up out the blue
Out the blue
Credits
Writer(s): Luis Grado
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