The Burning Book

Lyrics

[Intro] Sorry you keep you waitin' so long, nigga (President Washington in this motherfucker) There's lil kids in the making 'bout 5 years now Young David! Welcome to The Burning Book nigga T-Rock in this bitch War Wounds & Life Lessons Y'all know who I am nigga Southside, stand up [Verse] I've been going through a couple of things Stuck with the pain, instead of bringing it to the Man of Forgiveness Rolling the weed, take it up to the brain Blood in my veins of a killer with a plan to be wicked I don't really wanna kill or steal another nigga like myself rap Was it for adaptation Back pacing with the gal like the man hasting Same placing and with the potheads half baked Everybody assuming that my life is G Like it ain't no choppin' I write for free (Free!) I'm sick of motherfuckers telling me what they would do If they was in my shoes Nigga living my life for me (Me!) I've done gain hard when I got to the business And the love for Area 51 We're going hard for the victory It's nothing but telling a family orientation I'm finna sticulation in which should go down in history (Nigga!) Tell if you've ever been so angry and in the blink of an eye You can take another brother's life Craft down, now my vision of a victim of the dice Motherfucker shive, lookin' like a couple dice Kinda hard to decide who was really an adversary And everyday they intertwined on the grind Or you discover that your right hand man Intended the murder of your every woman really that you was fine And even mine from the tension of people Saying they tryna kill a motherfucker cause' he was a fetal He know my every single move It's nothing but lethal And have to take me and murder me and the desert with eagles And it will never be legal He wanna test the rap motherfuckers and take me deep into Hell Singin' "Death Face Sizemore" I pray to God that he jump into battle with me I've fought off the demons I'm facing What he say? "Gritty War!" A lot of of skeletons, it's impossible, I've gotta bury Ain't got a friend in life, I'm riding solitary It's like I'm living up in a personal prison With no one giving a fuck of a dollar Them niggas commissary (Say.) But now I got my original right hand man back Everybody should give me a handclap Stand back We gon' ransack the industry then leave 'em bloody red Just like a Tampax You wanna keep a couple birds for the urge to surge If a bath full of peas wrapped That's a ranwrap A little soft that I bought from a danjap Fuck an autograph, he don't even know I can rap I don't give a fuck if you owe me a penny or a dollar You gon' pay what you owe other than that's manscratch I guess I'm brutally honest with the shit I'm saying And you the government that'll make nigga wanna ban that I'm a pimp in the game the way a nigga toss words On top of that, I got a beat from Mossberg It's wonder how stick and stones can break bones But a lie get me crushed from a wrong word This is what my life is like My right shoulder fallen outta place every single fight mane And I'll be damned if a nigga pop me Imma have to have to pop knees Imma get you when the light plain I want a whole lot of purp blunts And I bought a bottle full of Night Train Looking at her life change Feelin' pain only God can save A real nigga fall I'm tryna break free from a tight string [Hook] Welcome to The Burning Book This will make the pharisees wanna turn and look Competition was scared before they heard the hook This is for real niggas workin' on the curb with crooks I'm a nigga by nature, A.K Put the red beam on the front so my trigger will fly lasers (Lasers!) A nigga don't like me, I don't like him "Pop Pop!" Get rid of my neighbor Welcome to The Burning Book This will make the pharisees wanna turn and look Competition was scared before they heard the hook This is for the real niggas workin' on the curb with crooks I'm a nigga by nature, A.K Put the red beam on the front so my trigger will fly lasers (Lasers!) A nigga don't like me, I don't like him "Pop Pop!" Get rid of my neighbor Welcome to The Burning Book This will make the pharisees wanna turn and look Competition was scared before they heard the hook This is for real niggas workin' on the curb with crooks