Hill Burning

Bodying competition
And this is my composition
You talking but never listening
You aiming without ah vision
The system made us ah victim
I'm purging upon the Christians
And rappers without ah mission
Keep the kush by my book
In my nap sack
Too black to pass that
And I don't like to cap
I rather snap back
I don't need 16 bars to push his wig back
You better get your cash right home boy
Uh
I been out here for ah long time
The weeds been grown boy
I'm feeling like the biggest hypocrite
Redrum cross his face but he bleed blue tears from ah crip
Red roses on his hearse
But he left with ah brick
What's the cost of all this fame
If I lose my soul in it
Sacrifice my bread for my sins
What's the cost of all this pain
If I never found my pen
I don't rap because you like it
I just do it like it's Nike nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Ja' Rod Randolph
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link