Butane Baby, Brandon Mack - From The Ashes

I don't signal when I turn
I would rather crash and burn
Then let these motherfuckers learn my next move
I like to fishtail my whip before I merge
Call me an asshole, at least thats actually close
Cuz' the shit that I drop is absurd
But I'm more like a blackhole, swallowing worlds
Because Butane Baby taking over the Earth
I set it on fire, almost got charged as a pyro
During my days making tacos
On my break at the bell burning leaf pile
Wind carrying flames while I watch with a smile
(He caught me on camera!)
What I will do to this fucker once I'm able to capture the
(Son of a bitch!)
You obviously got a big mouth so when I catch ya, you gonna have to, uh
(Suck on my dick!)
Whippin' my golden 850, wheels spinnin'
Covered in Pallet with two pretty bitches
Hop in the backseat for twenty-two minutes
So everything, out and in, fitted and finished
Lilyz is dead, slit his throat, I said see ya
His flowery head wilted red, an idea
(I burnt the bones, crackling tickled cochlea)
Then horns sprouted out my head
(Ch- Ch- Ch- Chia!)
Yeah
Let's go
(screams)
Say they got motion but I got the keys to Infiniti
Lil bro me I'll turn up the humidity
Tryna meet with me, bitch I pity thee
Fools who try as they may to get rid of me
Been had my dick and my name on their lips
Been had their lids since my eyebrows were big
Critics will say they ain't with it but just do not get it
Cuz bitch I do it for the kids!
Huh, shit is amazing
Look at the trail that I'm blazing
Bitch I'm a star so they gazing, I'm not to be played with
You step to my face and you say something I'll bring out the napalm
Uh, tie you up in your office
Pop the top button, watch your burning caucus
Coppers knocking but I already locked it
I'm dropping and all you do is try to stop it
Mosquitoes and leeches, they're sucking like tics
Smile to my face but I hear when you talk
If you looking for a way to get rich
See you crying in the club when I walk
OG told me he could me connected
Over four years I done already passed him
You finna spend your whole check on a necklace
I'm using mine to go gas up my passion
(My passion, my passion...)
Ay, ay, we're coming to get you
Ay, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you (yeah!)
I will not rest 'till I best you
Slept in your crib and I hide in your guest room
I knock on your head, put your ass on the spectrum
Pull out the magnum, I Russian Roulette you
I crept in your whip, put your belt to your neck
Step on your specs, pose, flex
Spent every check that I found in your vest
Best that you look to your right and your left
'Fore you get fleshed like I'm driving with text
You a pedestrian while the jet I'm in so fuckin' big it got coat check
Don't ask no questions, you know that
Soon as we step in we blow gats
I lack compassion, I'm passin' laughing
And I hope there's enlightenment knowing your life is worth more from the ashes
Born from the ashes
Born from the ashes
Your life is worth more from the ashes
Your life is worth more from the ashes
Your life is worth more from the ashes
Your life is worth more from the ashes

Written by:
Brandon Mack, Jimmy Tengan

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