Burning House

[Part I] [Intro] Leave Yeah [Verse 1] Everybody gotta leave, somebody gotta lead Everybody want a piece, nobody tryna feed I step hollow on the street 'cause death follow me You get bottled in the east, the west swallow dreams My head bottled in the grief, my chest out of reach My debt pilin' up with fees, sex, power, cheese This next album for the fiends, the next sour drink I'm wrecked, howlin' for my queen, she left, loudеr scream The rest doubtеd on the scheme, regret 'bout to sting Neglect found us out at teens, the dread tower glee Reflect, poutin' where I be where dead flowers lean Respect vouchier than breesh, I'm blessed 'round the G's My breath drownin' in the trees, collect sound and peace You sweat, drownin' in deceit, you get 'round the heat I pressed bouncers, I was cheap, too profound to creep I set out at seventeen, I wasn't 'lowed to link Depressed, prouder than I seem with less mouths to feed Ten thousand what I bleed, the best out the league Huh, yeah Everybody gotta leave, somebody gotta lead [Part II] [Interlude] Leading our people into the burning house Because him saying that now was supposed to make us think— How did, what did he say and do that was making us go into a burning house? Oh Going into the white man— Going into the white man— Yeah, uh [Verse 2] Sometimes you gotta let the work do what hope can't You perped out, niggas want withdrawal from the smoke bank My dirt style, only with my paw, my own hands Burnt out, let a little charm turn to romance Third round, devil in my arm, slow dance Was first out, now they stealin' sauce from the whole gang Curb child, tell you where I started, ain't for no man It worked, child, but dampened up my spark and my glow Deterred doubt by throwing shit as far as it could go Claim we earthbound, they never peeped the heart, how my soul train Learnt how, how to be apart, not the whole thing Exert loud, whether it's for art or for slow change Alert, prowlin', gotta be alarmed to be the most safe This worthwhile way we takin' long, indeed, a slow race Versatile, never show my cards, but need to show face The curtains down, you better pray to God, you tryna show praise Sometimes you gotta let the work do what hope can't More drink, takin' in a lot, but never nose play Most days, pray I never rot until it's old age More angst, racin' in the spot, it's givin' road rage I won't wait, racin' to the top, me and bro same It's roleplay, phasin' through facades like it won't fade Those hate barely came outside, but the most brave Home favorite, made it out the tides and the cold wave