Fatal Outro - Burden

Uhh, Aye turn me up uh huh

Aye turn me up

There we go

Look ok ok ok

So they thought it was a mother fuckin game right

I got something for em

Let’s get

I end up killin the shelf at the bar and then rage

You know how I get

-The people around me are rollin up good weed in j’s

Yo I want a hit

Mamma imma be a famous rapper

Making millions of dollars from talkin my shit

Look at the kids when they look in the kitchen, the fuck are you whippin

They know it ain’t grits

Close faces, in the most cases, be the most dangerous

I’m too sketched out

Who want this stress and the pressure applied, with bets on the side

I’m ruthless now

No hoop dreams still tryna ball

Everything we want, it’s time to buy it all

Champagne bottles, bunch of Tylenol

I ain’t friendly dawg, I ain’t tryna talk

Ooohh, — he feelin himself

You fuckin riotous for screamin the truth

Ooohh, -come see me in hell

Imma murder the devil

There’s plenty of room

-we got pussy and shrooms

-marijuana and whisky

-way too much to consume

-so come do it up with me

Wally World for the camouflage

Big bag, buncha hoes, like Santa Claus

-Get up in the paint

Win, lose, or draw

Gladiator camp, taught me damn it all

Florida boy, from the dirty south

My truck lifted, bitch murdered out

Can’t stand the heat, you better turn around

Leave it up to me, and imma burn a pound

Born to reap havoc, legends never die

I done built some shit I’d never jeopardize

Roll models, who was steady getting high

I looked up to my whole entire life, that on hold

Don’t come to my show

Askin me to smoke

If I ain’t see it rolled

Night flight, got my — sucked, on the airplane, it was freezin cold

Fuck it

-We some Rolling Stones

Bedroom, she’s an animal

Hold my phone!

-When will I come down

Kinda hope I don’t

-Cause I was faded every song I wrote

-Miss-ion-ray wasn’t much a mission

I went backstage, with general admission

I’m still talkin nasty

Hope you fuckers get it

-Yea i Love her Ass cheeks

Dawg I must admit it

— my bad about that lil Dis track, I won’t be mad if you want your get back

Can’t we all just get along, man that would be crazy that shit would be lame

Bitch I’m takin shots at anybody, that I feel deserve it, I’m just takin my aim,

What u want me say boy I’m comin that way

-see me in person, got nothin to say

-kush and Cologne, Come puff on the jay

-tell me what’s wrong with these suckers today

I end up killin the shelf at the bar and then rage

You know how I get

-The people around me are rollin up good weed in j’s

Yo I want a hit

Mamma imma be a famous rapper

Making millions of dollars from talkin my shit

-I'm spending half and then the other half imma reinvest before callin it quits

FUCK THE INDUSTRY