4th of July Lyrics

Sun God

Rise of The Phoenix

Season of The Golden Disc NIGGA

I can't say goodbye to you

Fourth of July, Raising The Dead with every coffin and that rise

That's another teardrop, a notch under my belt

Every verse is like a horror movie running for help

What would it take to get the message clear? A Bullet or ELECTRIC CHAIR

Either way, A Nigga getting treated like A Breath of Air

I Breathe Him IN, Breathe Him OUT, show Him what 900 degrees about

Many artists is rhyming just for a paycheck

Might as well keep practicing unsafe sex

Place the barrel to your head piece, pull the trigger

To my ears, YOU ain't nothing but A FOOLish Nigga

Tell me to dumb it down, never, Im sick with mine,

YOU'll have to purchase MY Album on the prescription line

Best believe it's getting sicker than that, Compared to me, We opposite, like a Fish to a Cat

I'll call up some of my friends, Some I WONT

Got bitches that I love AND DON'T

Nothing's meant to last, Either way, they both come and go

Be the ones you call your Fam, that'll test his worth

That's why I say, hope for the best, expect the worst

I'll give my heart to those who love me with protection first,

You tend to be alert once you figure out how deception works

Basic mathematics dog, ones, and twos

You either real or you fake, you choose which one's for you

Niggas becoming fans off the strength of they manz bragging

It's like a Pandemic, I can't stand it

Sucking dick, hopping on bandwagons

Shit just doesn't make sense

Like fifty dollar tickets that's written for pans sagging

Some dudes get a taste of success

Don't know how to act like a virgin's first day having sex

I'm trying to get established off the words I paint on canvas

And keep a watchful eye for snakes who try to take advantage

So many leeches and Bloodsuckers with Legs and Arms

Who's left to trust when your Blood Brother will send you harm

If I had a wish, I wish Death to all them haters

Then SEND DEATH to the ones who created respirators

No revitalizing, just a bunch of fans showing Love, Idolizing

If I had a hundred grand, consider that bail money

But I don't, so till then, keep reading that mail from me

I got a knack for SNATCHING RAPPERS OUT THE COMFORT ZONE

Place them right on top of the rack and THEN TURN THE OVEN ON

I'm serving plates in the form of a bar

You better pray to The Lord OR Allah

You see today I might just fall with The Stars

Drop The Moon, Sun,

YOU never been a boss in my eye

The Third day JESUS rose and The Fourth of July came

Then my aim began targeting every rapper that was in my lane

Niggas WILL take a look at me and be so quick to judge

Like I ain't put that pain in, shit go without explaining

But if you ask about me, some might say that boy is dangerous

He liable to leave a stain with

Something sharp enough that he could chisel a hole through, I'm something like

Mixing liquor with soul food, I'm nothing like

NONE OF YALL NIGGAZ

That's something LIGHT

That Boy IS Dangerous