They trying to knock me off my pivot
I ain't having that
Grant your girl wishes like a genie (Jeanie)
Buss it down and bring the Magic back
Bringing back showtime
She see me and it's blow time
Give that bitch the mic
But she ain't spitting out no rhymes
I know my role
And I play my role correctly, nigga
Captain of the ship
And you got no choice but respect me, nigga
New rappers out here
Role playing cause they envy niggas
In the wrong profession
You an actor, here's an Emmy, nigga
Running up the score
And it's not because you let me, nigga
Land of the rich
I took it hand over fist
You a broke nigga
And your mans is a bitch
And you taking all these shots
But you landing a hit
And I make it look easy
I won't lie to you
Do what I just gotta do
While Tomo working Lambo
I'm trying to see just what that Audi do
Probably can't relate
Because your moms was never proud of you
So high up the top
Until the bottom is just outta view
And we smell like dour
Every time we roll through
Munchies going crazy
Got me fiending for some soul food
Man this shit is brazy
Don't know what these niggas told you
You the best example of
What a real nigga won't do
All your songs sound like
Everything you niggas don't do
Speak it to existence
And I guarantee I won't lose
I'm trying to skirt off in that V12
I got major plans
And you ain't even in the details
What the f*ck you gain
Trying to hope that you see me fail?
Jealousy a bitch
And that's a trait just for the females
Let me run that back
Man you worse than a bitch
I see you flexing on the gram
But that shit only for the flicks
Your whole outfit
Probably less than what's up on my wrist
They dumbing down the game
But I guess ignorance is bliss
And it's scary
Cause the efforts is so minimal
And the scariest part about it all
I ain't even reach my pinnacle
Young Rob - Burn It Down Lyrics
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They trying to knock me off my pivot
I ain't having that
Grant your girl wishes like a genie (Jeanie)
Buss it down and bring the Magic back
Bringing back showtime
She see me and it's blow time
Give that bitch the mic
But she ain't spitting out no rhymes
I know my role
And I play my role correctly, nigga
Captain of the ship
And you got no choice but respect me, nigga
New rappers out here
Role playing cause they envy niggas
In the wrong profession
You an actor, here's an Emmy, nigga
Running up the score
And it's not because you let me, nigga
Land of the rich
I took it hand over fist
You a broke nigga
And your mans is a bitch
And you taking all these shots
But you landing a hit
And I make it look easy
I won't lie to you
Do what I just gotta do
While Tomo working Lambo
I'm trying to see just what that Audi do
Probably can't relate
Because your moms was never proud of you
So high up the top
Until the bottom is just outta view
And we smell like dour
Every time we roll through
Munchies going crazy
Got me fiending for some soul food
Man this shit is brazy
Don't know what these niggas told you
You the best example of
What a real nigga won't do
All your songs sound like
Everything you niggas don't do
Speak it to existence
And I guarantee I won't lose
I'm trying to skirt off in that V12
I got major plans
And you ain't even in the details
What the f*ck you gain
Trying to hope that you see me fail?
Jealousy a bitch
And that's a trait just for the females
Let me run that back
Man you worse than a bitch
I see you flexing on the gram
But that shit only for the flicks
Your whole outfit
Probably less than what's up on my wrist
They dumbing down the game
But I guess ignorance is bliss
And it's scary
Cause the efforts is so minimal
And the scariest part about it all
I ain't even reach my pinnacle
I ain't having that
Grant your girl wishes like a genie (Jeanie)
Buss it down and bring the Magic back
Bringing back showtime
She see me and it's blow time
Give that bitch the mic
But she ain't spitting out no rhymes
I know my role
And I play my role correctly, nigga
Captain of the ship
And you got no choice but respect me, nigga
New rappers out here
Role playing cause they envy niggas
In the wrong profession
You an actor, here's an Emmy, nigga
Running up the score
And it's not because you let me, nigga
Land of the rich
I took it hand over fist
You a broke nigga
And your mans is a bitch
And you taking all these shots
But you landing a hit
And I make it look easy
I won't lie to you
Do what I just gotta do
While Tomo working Lambo
I'm trying to see just what that Audi do
Probably can't relate
Because your moms was never proud of you
So high up the top
Until the bottom is just outta view
And we smell like dour
Every time we roll through
Munchies going crazy
Got me fiending for some soul food
Man this shit is brazy
Don't know what these niggas told you
You the best example of
What a real nigga won't do
All your songs sound like
Everything you niggas don't do
Speak it to existence
And I guarantee I won't lose
I'm trying to skirt off in that V12
I got major plans
And you ain't even in the details
What the f*ck you gain
Trying to hope that you see me fail?
Jealousy a bitch
And that's a trait just for the females
Let me run that back
Man you worse than a bitch
I see you flexing on the gram
But that shit only for the flicks
Your whole outfit
Probably less than what's up on my wrist
They dumbing down the game
But I guess ignorance is bliss
And it's scary
Cause the efforts is so minimal
And the scariest part about it all
I ain't even reach my pinnacle
Writer: Roberto Pinto
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