Burberry Shades

Yeah Uh huh Yeah Hobbes and Said Revolutionary but gorgeous and we still here Dun know Scarborough All that Yeah Yo uh huh Pain and triumph BDSM on the road I came from violence You say you wanna roll Change your tires You don't want him to testify Aim it higher Yeah I'm a sign of the time Murder on my mind Since 1999 I been a walking hate crime I turn fans into fiends These is base lines Strange fruit Gave the government proof Through the grapevine Niggas so worried about money They forget to spend it Then they end up paying with their life For a pendant I ain't admitting no guilt My nigga I just penned it It's a difference between investigating and pending Sit with my emotions And I'm closest to is rage The only way I coped When I wrote it on the page Retelling events that had them Throw me in a cage Feel like a decade older Than whats supposed to be my age I seen things that should of had me Bald or going grey Mad dash every day A step closer to the grave Yeah I see the world through these Burberry shades Same things that I cut my teeth on Help me shave yeah These man rap about their watch And their diamonds well I know they gonna snitch Because time will tell Instagram live Doing search and seizure All that lean and pills Was it worth the seizures Punch drunk nights Now he sober with amnesia Chatting bout Chess vs checkers But can't play neither Stepping on dope like Saturday night fever Drinking I can f*ck with him juice Until they taste ether Yeah, we going back Uh yeah Infatuated with rap Crime and clutching triggers Barely a teen Clocking time in double digits Now I'm at private events Cause I'm a public figure Other niggas hating Guess they aint see the plan Three card monte They aint see the hands Pictures with politicians Yo they paying me to stand I get it, I mean I'd be mad too I'd be mad too if I was in your shoes my nigga But you know The oldest yute of Rockford and Denise Walking through the streets Pocket full of heat Moving awful when it's beef Not talking to police When his opps will get deceased Had a desert eagle popped at I rocked that nigga beak Yeah Greg was there He know my shit real He watched me put that nigga through a wind shield Man was running base Like I hit it through the infield Brought a dot from the dot It's only right that I hit steel I sold weed for a summer Was a gun runner I stopped selling coke Cause calls from unknown numbers I sit back and wonder What if life had take me under I'd still be here Cause I signed a deal, the math was real Dropped some online joints that had mad appeal Ayatollah Jaxx, hip hop history Wrote for some of the biggest niggas ask