Lettin' It Burn
Niggas tried taking my way out
Ok
Let's see how this shit finto play out
I told her I ain't lay up
I'm paving a way baby look at the layout
Look how I came up and stayed down they talk to me nice
I can blow any day now
Yeah I'm on the move like a greyhound
I'm probably with Dice and nem running through H-town
And I get this track from my nigga E9 had to kill it
I like how the bass sound
Cal getting active
I'm proud of my nigga
I told him and I'm trying to stay proud
Bro, I got a mansion in store for Nene
When I get where I'm headed don't play round
I hate to see DeeDee the way that he is cause we living a whole different way now
I gotta get off my ass I been lacking
My sister want Louis boots she got to have em
Aye I'm not a rookie let's get that established
Yeah I had fell off
I ain't no how to manage
I couldn't hustle so I stuck with rapping
My dawg to me get off the grass like Stanley
The hardest decision is leaving my family
But we got to ball I hope they understand me
Just me my moms, and my sis cause my brother don't check in at all
And that throw me off balance
I ain't been feeling creative
I'm trying to get back in that mode
And not back on them xannies
Dad won a grammy
So it's inevitable
At this point y'all not even a challenge
Fuck all the madness
Man my brother can't see me getting nominated
That's tragic
Aye what's the word
Fuck what you heard
When you got them birds
Can't trust who you serve
I used to play curb
With all of my brothers
Til shit hit the fan
Cause they shot at us first
That money go...
I ain't trying to merge
so do not disturb
Oh you got some nerve
I just observed and waited my turn
But now I'm on fire
I'm letting it burn
I fuck with mathematicians like a nerds
Now I'm getting the recognition I deserve
Hits I ain't never missing it's absurd
How you niggas tripping off what ain't yours
When I used to sneeze
I ain't get a God bless you
Now I'm everywhere they call me germ
Did what I did
Lived and I learned
About to drop a bag on a lawyer firm
Back and forth
on the road
On a flight
I ain't trying to fuck these hoes
I'm alright
I ain't trying to touch the stove
Or the white
I ain't got to up the pole
We could fight
Niggas taking space up
Gigabytes
I was fucked up
Eggs with the rice
While y'all niggas getting bread
Living nice
I been trying to get ahead
Rolling dice
Back in the city
I can't go back home
Two phones neither one a trap phone
Hop off all my ex's back on
Moved on
I'm trying to get my Mack on
Rap songs got me bringing racks home
Independent all the business black owned
Cut em off like Abraham Stone
Maps on looking for the facts shown
Straight out the mud
Fuck what it was
I did what I had to
See Vell showed me love
I treat that nigga like blood
Only one that I brag to
Niggas be acting like thugs
Just til they build up they buzz
That shit got me baffled
Bet when that K see you
No safety
We pick him off like Tyrann Mathieu
Aye what's the word
Fuck what you heard
When you got them birds
Can't trust who you serve
I used to play curb
With all of my brothers
Til shit hit the fan
Cause they shot at us first
That money go...
I ain't trying to merge
so do not disturb
Oh you got some nerve
I just observed and waited my turn
But now I'm on fire
I'm letting it burn
Ok
Let's see how this shit finto play out
I told her I ain't lay up
I'm paving a way baby look at the layout
Look how I came up and stayed down they talk to me nice
I can blow any day now
Yeah I'm on the move like a greyhound
I'm probably with Dice and nem running through H-town
And I get this track from my nigga E9 had to kill it
I like how the bass sound
Cal getting active
I'm proud of my nigga
I told him and I'm trying to stay proud
Bro, I got a mansion in store for Nene
When I get where I'm headed don't play round
I hate to see DeeDee the way that he is cause we living a whole different way now
I gotta get off my ass I been lacking
My sister want Louis boots she got to have em
Aye I'm not a rookie let's get that established
Yeah I had fell off
I ain't no how to manage
I couldn't hustle so I stuck with rapping
My dawg to me get off the grass like Stanley
The hardest decision is leaving my family
But we got to ball I hope they understand me
Just me my moms, and my sis cause my brother don't check in at all
And that throw me off balance
I ain't been feeling creative
I'm trying to get back in that mode
And not back on them xannies
Dad won a grammy
So it's inevitable
At this point y'all not even a challenge
Fuck all the madness
Man my brother can't see me getting nominated
That's tragic
Aye what's the word
Fuck what you heard
When you got them birds
Can't trust who you serve
I used to play curb
With all of my brothers
Til shit hit the fan
Cause they shot at us first
That money go...
I ain't trying to merge
so do not disturb
Oh you got some nerve
I just observed and waited my turn
But now I'm on fire
I'm letting it burn
I fuck with mathematicians like a nerds
Now I'm getting the recognition I deserve
Hits I ain't never missing it's absurd
How you niggas tripping off what ain't yours
When I used to sneeze
I ain't get a God bless you
Now I'm everywhere they call me germ
Did what I did
Lived and I learned
About to drop a bag on a lawyer firm
Back and forth
on the road
On a flight
I ain't trying to fuck these hoes
I'm alright
I ain't trying to touch the stove
Or the white
I ain't got to up the pole
We could fight
Niggas taking space up
Gigabytes
I was fucked up
Eggs with the rice
While y'all niggas getting bread
Living nice
I been trying to get ahead
Rolling dice
Back in the city
I can't go back home
Two phones neither one a trap phone
Hop off all my ex's back on
Moved on
I'm trying to get my Mack on
Rap songs got me bringing racks home
Independent all the business black owned
Cut em off like Abraham Stone
Maps on looking for the facts shown
Straight out the mud
Fuck what it was
I did what I had to
See Vell showed me love
I treat that nigga like blood
Only one that I brag to
Niggas be acting like thugs
Just til they build up they buzz
That shit got me baffled
Bet when that K see you
No safety
We pick him off like Tyrann Mathieu
Aye what's the word
Fuck what you heard
When you got them birds
Can't trust who you serve
I used to play curb
With all of my brothers
Til shit hit the fan
Cause they shot at us first
That money go...
I ain't trying to merge
so do not disturb
Oh you got some nerve
I just observed and waited my turn
But now I'm on fire
I'm letting it burn
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Payton
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