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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Slow
Let it burn
Burn
Burn
I'm on fire, this beat a new torch
Push my limits with brute force
Burnt my bridges, a few crossed
Rest of these niggas get Newport's, wait
This a new sport
Lay up, I got the scoop boy
Blow the whistle if it's up
Niggas comin' up too short, wait
No more apologies
My heart hang right beside my sleeve
No designer tees, design my tees that's just the God in me
No one's stopping me
I plot and scheme like Popovich, I mean
I really do it for the team
My fist got Robert Horry rings, and niggas know
I don't move unless my dogs move with me
I see snakes low in the grass so I know who bit me
Ain't no question
I'm loaded like weapons
Formed against me but blessings
Keep me under protection
Mental wars pushing me forward, toward Armageddon
Grab a sword and double edge it
This could go in both directions
I'll be on the front line
Stop me there's no signs
Don't you cross me that's my one line
Call that the gun line
I be the man with money on my mind and business on my hands
Got no time in my spare time
My hustle on fed time
It's a damn crime if the bread stop but my legs not
Every move I make came from well thought
And I just take it
Slow
Let it burn
Burn, baby burn
I just take it
Slow
Let it burn
Burn, burn
What I got on my mind all on my face, don't got to say shit
Waking up before day shift trading sleep for punctuation
Making sure every dot, every line associating
Picking up, pen and paper, jot
All my plans got paper in it
Switching off that digital
Not so simple
Mental 'dictions to that chemical
Not so clinical, why so cynical
I'm so, yeah, uh
Pinnacle, I quit puffin on original now I'm gasping purgatory
Let that past shit be a passage for this passion in my story
I'm protagonist
Side characters get casket if they irky
Don't go asking bout no bones that I done buried
Bitch they buried
I give whole of what I have and on the back end get a turkey
Mama sad that I don't tap in on occasion, I been working
Move with my phone on d-n-d, the moon symbol
The money on my conscience doubled, no dribble
Still burn a wick on both ends don't make no senses
Still double shifting both gigs, swing for them fences
I be the man with money on my mind and business on my hands
Got no time in my spare time
My hustle on fed time
It's a damn crime if the bread stop but my legs not
Every move I make come from well thought
And I just take it
Slow
Let it burn
Burn, baby burn