Warning
Look what they did to me
Mufuckas burned me
Talk out they neck
But that shit don't concern me
Talk all that shit
But that shit to me corny
Y'all keep the bread
I'm just here for the glory
Here for story
Toast to the ones
That done came up before me
Hip Hop's my baby
Let's go on Maury
The game is calling
Now pick up
Give up
This is your warning
Y'all been put on notice
Y'all be talking mad shit
Thinking I don't notice
Y'all don't even throw rocks
Y'all be throwing boulders
Tryna ruffle feathers
I got chips on my shoulders
I ain't for distractions
I be staying focused
Y'all can call it Hip Hop
I call it hypnosis
That's a nod to K. Dot
That ain't Biden
Like the POTUS
Don't care if I'm invited
Bitch I'm sliding and I'm going in
I'm shining
Bitch I'm golden
Know I'll never fold and
I merch that shit on foe nem
Grave
I'll make lemonade
With the lemons life gave
You can let them make you
Or break you
That's the way it is
I don't make rules
Ain't nobody coming to save you
Gotta save yourself
Gotta make moves
They gon say some things
That just ain't true
Burn you and blaze you
But stay true to yourself
And you can't lose
Look what they did to me
Mufuckas burned me
Talk out they neck
But that shit don't concern me
Talk all that shit
But that shit to me corny
Y'all keep the bread
I'm just here for the glory
Here for story
Toast to the ones
That done came up before me
Hip Hop's my baby
Let's go on Maury
The game is calling
Now pick up
Give up
This is your warning
In the middle of a gunfight
In the center of a restaurant
They say
Come with your arms raised high
I ain't really with the street shit
We ain't gotta get the block involved
But we go hard in the paint
Just like Flocka does
All the homies stay fly
Like a flock of doves
So we headed to the sky
Ain't no stopping us
We got it out the mud
Where it's all hustle no luck
Where it's all hate no love
How many L's can you take
With no dubs
I done had enough
Imma play my cards no bluff
Imma keep it real no fluff
Hold on hold up
I done been this way from the jump
If you ain't 100 then our bridge is burned up
Look what they did to me
Mufuckas burned me
Talk out they neck
But that shit don't concern me
Talk all that shit
But that shit to me corny
Y'all keep the bread
I'm just here for the glory
Here for story
Toast to the ones
That done came up before me
Hip Hop's my baby
Let's go on Maury
The game is calling
Now pick up
Give up
This is your warning
Mufuckas burned me
Talk out they neck
But that shit don't concern me
Talk all that shit
But that shit to me corny
Y'all keep the bread
I'm just here for the glory
Here for story
Toast to the ones
That done came up before me
Hip Hop's my baby
Let's go on Maury
The game is calling
Now pick up
Give up
This is your warning
Y'all been put on notice
Y'all be talking mad shit
Thinking I don't notice
Y'all don't even throw rocks
Y'all be throwing boulders
Tryna ruffle feathers
I got chips on my shoulders
I ain't for distractions
I be staying focused
Y'all can call it Hip Hop
I call it hypnosis
That's a nod to K. Dot
That ain't Biden
Like the POTUS
Don't care if I'm invited
Bitch I'm sliding and I'm going in
I'm shining
Bitch I'm golden
Know I'll never fold and
I merch that shit on foe nem
Grave
I'll make lemonade
With the lemons life gave
You can let them make you
Or break you
That's the way it is
I don't make rules
Ain't nobody coming to save you
Gotta save yourself
Gotta make moves
They gon say some things
That just ain't true
Burn you and blaze you
But stay true to yourself
And you can't lose
Look what they did to me
Mufuckas burned me
Talk out they neck
But that shit don't concern me
Talk all that shit
But that shit to me corny
Y'all keep the bread
I'm just here for the glory
Here for story
Toast to the ones
That done came up before me
Hip Hop's my baby
Let's go on Maury
The game is calling
Now pick up
Give up
This is your warning
In the middle of a gunfight
In the center of a restaurant
They say
Come with your arms raised high
I ain't really with the street shit
We ain't gotta get the block involved
But we go hard in the paint
Just like Flocka does
All the homies stay fly
Like a flock of doves
So we headed to the sky
Ain't no stopping us
We got it out the mud
Where it's all hustle no luck
Where it's all hate no love
How many L's can you take
With no dubs
I done had enough
Imma play my cards no bluff
Imma keep it real no fluff
Hold on hold up
I done been this way from the jump
If you ain't 100 then our bridge is burned up
Look what they did to me
Mufuckas burned me
Talk out they neck
But that shit don't concern me
Talk all that shit
But that shit to me corny
Y'all keep the bread
I'm just here for the glory
Here for story
Toast to the ones
That done came up before me
Hip Hop's my baby
Let's go on Maury
The game is calling
Now pick up
Give up
This is your warning
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Writer(s): Salvador Lopez
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