Burb Shit Symphony II (feat. Jay The Protégé)

Yeah, look Tag on your soul everybody got a price I fucked her even though she said that I am not her type, yeah I been chillin' in the studio overnight F*ck what you be selling, I ain't buying, that be overpriced I might die tomorrow, f*ck it Imma go and roll the dice I might go and f*ck a bitch that I don't even know tonight F*ck it, I been sipping bourbon Getting faded off the Jim Yeah they sent shots at me But it bounced off the rim, han Yea your sound getting dim I'm a hound, I'm a pit Been to hell and back Say hello to Mr. Grim Clarity here, ain't going away Realized wasted talent like Ciroc down the drain I'm like Kobe when I aim Going straight up thru my Lane So insane 'till 'I learned my voice my novacane No more coping with my pain So I wrote this for my people Truly feel me all the same Swear I'm never gonna fade Uh, yeah, look I'm the type of man that's gon give you what you need All these bitches wonder what the f*ck is up with me Shit, if it was up to me I'd probably let you f*ck for free But now my stock is rising up so Imma up the fee Up the fee, now we go through customs, see All the places in my dreams, yeah we really living free Never worried bout a dollar, hunting guala how it be Timeless, private When we fly out the island (Yo Jay, ain't these bitches seeming petty now?) Word, back then she ain't wanna f*ck me but she ready now Me and Steady got the bag, shit be getting heavy now Wow, ain't no rapper or no bitch can ever get me down Pfff, nah Can't get me down I'm still high up in the clouds Another eight blazed chasing money not the clout Imma stay on pace Long race, f*ck a drought No, you can't shut me out Nope No, you can't shut me out Imma close it, Mariano I might fly across the motherfucking Verizano F*ck it, we be getting violent Why the f*ck you wildin? You be snitching, bitch We been staying silent