BURNING

Ch-ch-ch-Chase

(yeah)
I-I-I'm hurting, can't you tell?
I'm burning like it's hell
I told you I'm not well
And the man their make us wanna burst them shells
I'm yearning to do well
But them man wanna push my buttons
So I'm working without fail
'cause the man there ain't on nothing

Man wanna run their gums like they know me
But the man there, they don't know me
So lemmi introduce myself
I'm henny too- henny too- Henny2cozy
Come from the bits where they sticks and pokies
Lick some OGs, YG homies
Evil or might run in your home, g
And lеave your face with more than a nosе

But I know there's more to life than that
Born to write and rap, ain't got time for these streets
You know that imma cone and light the track up
And I ain't slowing up for these fucking neeks
I've been up for fucking weeks
London burned at my fucking feet
How can you say that I'm not the best?
Man I'm not whole of this fucking scene

My biggest opp is me
Voice in my head and it still won't leave
The way that I'm feeling right now, dawg, might not live to see 23
Man, I go back to black like I'm Amy
Man, I'm making tracks on tracks 'til I'm crazy
Damn, I can't cap, their raps are too lazy
They can't go back to back with this game, g

I'm hurting, can't you tell?
I'm burning like it's hell
I told you I'm not well
And the man their make us wanna burst them shells
I'm yearning to do well
But them man wanna push my buttons
So I'm working without fail
'cause the man there ain't on nothing

I'm hurting, can't you tell?
I'm burning like it's hell
I told you I'm not well
And the man their make us wanna burst them shells
I'm yearning to do well
But them man wanna push my buttons
So I'm working without fail
'cause the man there ain't on nothing

Henny too vicious, now these hoes wanna pose in pictures
Picture me with gold and riches
I will not fold or hold this district
Witness me as I blow and flip this
You cannot script this
Man are on big tings
Big tings, when they roll out with kitchens
These politicians love these chingers
Them boy pussy, they move like kittens
I spun rhythms, them man there didn't
I bun and bill it, the crud, I spit it
Still fuck his bitch in a Honda Civic
They can't configure the raps this livid
I run on rhythms a lot and kill 'em
You man aren't villain, your eyes reveal it, fibbing
Ting gets done, mans finished
Soon come, gunna rise these figures, digits
Throw it back like my missus, kisses
Rub the lamp get three wishes
This is more than you bargained for, like when you go store and the price has risen
Gentrification up in the ends that used to be blocks but they build them flats for the uni kids
Man my minds just ridden