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