BurninG Bush Book 3 Lyrics

It seems you in need of jahovah look over ya shoulder

I'm colder than most of them polars

Might poke you like most of em the posters

I put on the wall if you paid the cost to be the boss

Then why should I give a damn how much it cost

Then why should I give a fuck how much you lost

If you went through some shit just so you have it all

Thats good my nigga

In yo shoes alot wishing they could my nigga

See horns I can't go for that bull my nigga

My lever they can't wait to pull

Just rapping and snapping just smacking some ass

Might get in some trouble and do something bad

I hope I'm forgiven for all of my ignorance

And all that other shit that I may lack

This shit that I'm smoking it come from the back

And that shit that you smoking don't want none of that

Suppose to be in doe

Smell like out doe

The fuck is going to get this shit at

Please don't ever just bring that shit back

No I can't have this house smelling like that

I fuck with that bomb I fuck with that thrax

That shit that you hit and it blow out back

Then flow like the ocean

That shit be so potent

Inhale it and it just might take off my hat

I'm in the building like where is you at

All I hear is my voice like when the echo come back

Running through halls swinging my balls

Buck naked and yelling thats to be exact

In my slides in front the stove drinking orange juice

Cooking flap jacks want some breakfast

Why you stressing Gilly come to teach a lesson

Son of a gun so my fathers last name might be smith or wesson

Its yo reverend dropping blessings prepping for another segment

Big dreams dreams so big I might as well call them precious

Up all night no sleep you know a nigga restless

Shhhhhh

Just swim with the dishes or swim with the fishes

No I'm not cupid I don't give no kisses

Showing no mercy to none of you bitches

Like what is difference when I get to kicking

And then they be yelling out somebody missing

Somebody hissing Machete that snake

I can't wait to get em and hit and split em

From outside this box you stuck in a prism

Don't know who you fooling but no this ain't living

Stevie Wonder could you just show me a ribbon

But hold up I know it ain't nobody business

With what am I doing and what am I getting

But sometimes some people just tend to forget

That you've been the one that been there from the get

And like a backed up toilet I ain't taking no shit

Cause like a slow cashier it don't make no sense