Burberry Shades ft. Hobbes Duende Lyrics

Yeah

Uh huh

Yeah

Hobbes and Said

Revolutionary but gorgeous and we still here

Dun know

Scarborough

All that

Yeah

Yo uh huh

Pain and triumph

BDSM on the road I came from violence

You say you wanna roll

Change your tires

You don't want him to testify

Aim it higher

Yeah

I'm a sign of the time

Murder on my mind

Since 1999 I been a walking hate crime

I turn fans into fiends

These is base lines

Strange fruit

Gave the government proof

Through the grapevine

Niggas so worried about money

They forget to spend it

Then they end up paying with their life

For a pendant

I ain't admitting no guilt

My nigga I just penned it

It's a difference between investigating and pending

Sit with my emotions

And I'm closest to is rage

The only way I coped

When I wrote it on the page

Retelling events that had them

Throw me in a cage

Feel like a decade older

Than whats supposed to be my age

I seen things that should of had me

Bald or going grey

Mad dash every day

A step closer to the grave

Yeah

I see the world through these Burberry shades

Same things that I cut my teeth on

Help me shave

yeah

These man rap about their watch

And their diamonds well

I know they gonna snitch

Because time will tell

Instagram live

Doing search and seizure

All that lean and pills

Was it worth the seizures

Punch drunk nights

Now he sober with amnesia

Chatting bout

Chess vs checkers

But can't play neither

Stepping on dope like Saturday night fever

Drinking I can fuck with him juice

Until they taste ether

Yeah, we going back

Uh yeah

Infatuated with rap

Crime and clutching triggers

Barely a teen

Clocking time in double digits

Now I'm at private events

Cause I'm a public figure

Other niggas hating

Guess they aint see the plan

Three card monte

They aint see the hands

Pictures with politicians

Yo they paying me to stand

I get it, I mean I'd be mad too

I'd be mad too if I was in your shoes my nigga

But you know

The oldest yute of Rockford and Denise

Walking through the streets

Pocket full of heat

Moving awful when it's beef

Not talking to police

When his opps will get deceased

Had a desert eagle popped at

I rocked that nigga beak

Yeah

Greg was there

He know my shit real

He watched me put that nigga through a wind shield

Man was running base

Like I hit it through the infield

Brought a dot from the dot

It's only right that I hit steel

I sold weed for a summer

Was a gun runner

I stopped selling coke

Cause calls from unknown numbers

I sit back and wonder

What if life had take me under

I'd still be here

Cause I signed a deal, the math was real

Dropped some online joints that had mad appeal

Ayatollah Jaxx, hip hop history

Wrote for some of the biggest niggas ask