The Burning Book

[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