Crash And Burn (Radio Edit) ft. DJ Red-I Lyrics

Throw my weight around like calisthenics

White man in his mid 30s want all the credit

Left the dead weight and soul suckers I'm doing better

F****** up the game as of late my favorite fetish

My ex girl X'd was acting as if I need her

No more free passes long way from riding RTA

Ghetto star use a Grammy trophy for ashing reefer

Sliding round with 3 felonies and misdemeanor

How far he really down to go the world may never know

Bro I got so many h*** could fill a catalog of vogue

Swear they love me from my nappy braids to underneath my toes

Stepping on any so and so who wanna oppose

Hope you know I might pass away before I let it go

H** I'm holding on forever dont forgive and don't forget

To have a me inside yo life the biggest blessing you could get

I only get down off my pedestal to stand on top respect

Midwest lotto pick that's a quiet flex

S*** they say and what they do it don't ever mesh

Only tough through yo dialect boy you not threat

Like mediocre poetry I a snap for less

Than what the average n**** will

I'm more like Uncle Jerome than a uncle Phil

Like snow falling on yo dome I get cold as hell

Going postal for the paper like he carry mail

Can't sleep palms itching need a Benadryl

It's not a drill

Homie hit em with a copperhead now he copperfield

Brown skin and she passionate that's my favorite meal

Clean the plate then go cop a feel on some Dolla bills

Please be careful with my pronouns I was never them

Not from earth travel through dimensions hope we meet again

See the party ain't stopping till the cops come knocking then we all gotta run thru the back

See I had to learn to be patient, wait my turn

Watched em all crash and burn even let em run it back

Some n***** never learned that yo peace you gotta earn

World turn while I'm breaking down herb from the sack

Take a puff then relax

Take a puff then relax

Okay I'm back

Code red like piru's, 5 star nuke

Sleepy Hollow with the coupe scalp went poof

Whole lot of blaze blaze and whoopty whoop

Shit I do way more spiritual than lyrical

Feel it through speakers, frequencies like peekaboo

Lot of dudes stuck in the past tense they never grew

Lot of hoes looking for loopholes to wiggle through

Still saying what you about to do, n**** make a move

Can't waste another day tryna contemplate make it shake

Shooting for the stars with a 45 like a husky waist

Caught a dub I had to rub it in let it marinate

Every step I take real heavy like wearing ankle weights

Tip the scale these n***** featherweights to me

Only got my hand out for new pinnacles to reach

Locked in cause I know I got better things to see

Stacking up because you know heaven ain't for free

See the party ain't stopping till the cops come knocking then we all gotta run thru the back

See I had to learn to be patient, wait my turn

Watched em all crash and burn even let em run it back

Some n***** never learned that yo peace you gotta earn

World turn while I'm breaking down herb from the sack

Take a puff then relax

Take a puff then relax

Okay I'm back