Burnt Offering - Doap Nixon

I offer this burnt offering

A 50 bar sacrifice

For all this fake shit these niggaz makin

(May God have mercy on your soul)

Well it’s the time of the year to stack the riches

Must be that time of the month, they actin like bitches

It’s nickel bag, the flow is poppin

Niggaz all on my top, cause the flow’s a monster

A hustler a hustler, a pimp is a pimp

Never mix the two together cause your shit’ll get gripped

I’m at the top muh’fucker you at the top of the bottom

Never sweat small shit cause these niggaz I got 'em

The album’s dropping, came in with the title

Can’t hate on a nigga when he’s America’s Idol

They’re beggin me to come hard and they’re beggin you to retire

I ain’t the type to air it out, I set niggaz on fire

Your manager wanna meet and your record label’s bitchin

State Road is packed, a lot of niggaz snitchin

I ain’t your average rapper, this ain’t your run of the mills

The Hawk is official, the Chumpies is steel

So fuck beef, I’m a business man cousin

But the love is all real, you can quit with the buggin

Cut the strings from your puppet, wan' see how they walk

Take my words out they mouth I wanna hear how they talk

30 to go, something’s tellin me to migrate

More paper up the road right off the highway

We bathe niggaz with bullets and dry 'em off with heaters

Decorate the phone wire with a pair of your sneakers

Somebody ring the alarm

Don’t really care for paradise but you can bring me a bomb

It’s Doap Nix, champ sadeem of the underground

Them niggaz ain’t shit, but they can put you underground

So from now on the snubs is tucked

I get love out in Mecca, hundred thugs wanna bust

20 left, I keep a count on the bars

County love to sour shit, keep a ounce with the scars

My nigga Snook word on the streets heard you gettin married

Congratulations my niggaz I’ll miss you lil' fairy

Fat, steamy, velour black walk with men

Out of sight, out of mind, but the bars’ll hit 'em

Still got the fiends overdosed the streets

Couple sons still trapped, hope they close to peeps

I’m still doin my thizzle, still spittin the missiles

Still got time for a good gristle (ten to go)

Ready to give this to my little brother

Good money, same blood, same heart, different mother

My old heads is in bark mode

The streets is our crib and we live by a dark code

So kick rocks, you’re mumblin, but your words ain’t nuttin

Toe tags the way we say stop frontin

A lot of pens, a lot of gin, clapped at a lot of men

Make niggaz jump out they skin

I know you gettin all this money right?

50 bars burnt, hope you come back with somethin nice

I said you gettin all this money right?

50 bars burnt, hope you come back with somethin nice

That’s how you set a nigga on fire man

I do this man, I do what I want