Burn

[Verse 1] From L.A. to N.Y.​ North cackalacky T-Shirts and khakis in Dubai Application from Mile High, dreams money can buy Overnight if it's possible, dodged the universe's obstacle Stray bullets and hospitals I done seen niggas get rich Seen niggas die broke, the cliche that life is a bitch Still exist inside the ghetto Tupac at least never lied when he said he's against the odds Most niggas would wish you well, but soon as that well is dry Stuck in it by yourself hoping that you can camouflage With killers again, defending your chin when you walk outside Far as myself, I never hit niggas below the belt Helped you when you couldn't help yourself You crossed me then you got dealt It's simple mathematics, imagine your life in a mansion Believe it and it can happen, nigga This' law of attraction, nigga [Chorus] But some niggas don't learn 'til the iron is hot And when it decide to stop You just gotta let it (Burn) Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn 'Cause some niggas don't learn 'til the iron is hot And when it decide to stop You just gotta let it (Burn) Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn And all the hoes say, that's some good game And all the bros say, that's some good game [Verse 2] From L.A. to N.Y.​ North cackalacky T-Shirts and khakis in Dubai Cameras asking me, "Do I? Still smoke like I used to, still kick up the woo-raa" Bank account by the buku, meals inside of my ride Seen niggas get rich Seen niggas die broker than what they had started with What's the point of a starter kit? If residuals doesn't flip, like hoes do You dip a Dorito chip or you eatin' off soul food? Back when I was local, pushing twenties Fast forward, Dre recording my vocals I was twenty years old, gang banging and Pro Tools Stuck in the streets, the studio was relief And sellin' records was a homecomin' for me Dog pound, rehabilitation for street niggas Nice cars but still court cases on each nigga Judas sittin' at the table watchin' 'em eat with us Judas caught a bullet quick, keep the receipt, nigga Had to keep the fakers far from around me Cut a couple homies off 'cause they tried to down me And look where they found me In Jamaica rolling up Khalifa Papers And Damian is my neighbor, I'm aiming shots at the haters I give you the crown don't give it back Don't fuck it up, I just want you to rap, nigga The coast on your back, nigga, what? [Chorus] But some niggas don't learn 'til the iron is hot And when it decide to stop You just gotta let it (Burn) Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn 'Cause some niggas don't learn 'til the iron is hot And when it decide to stop You just gotta let it (Burn) Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn And all the hoes say, that's some good game And all the bros say, that's some good game