Key Rhymez - Let It Burn

I blaze like im Johnny
No ghost ride but im close now
Time tics times six
Lost in da mix doe
I know
Kill em slow but i need a boss bitch
One that will never take my shit
But a take a hostage
Yea yea
Bump my own shit fuck the radio
I keep some back woods and some papers
You already know
Ya you heard my old shit
You aint ready doe
Slow flow
Smoking put me slow mo
Yea yea
I from where you can smell loud
So if moses was alive
He'd part clouds
After david slayed galith
He like how you like me now
After see how im seeing
How you judge me now
I know
Two wrongs dont make a right right
But I'll lay your ass down
To go night night
Void prays and nightmares
Is what life like
Not for me but for you
I gotta an alibi
I got a pocket full of OG
Fuck the judge and the police
Let it burn
Let it burn
Ain't a cell that can hold
I got a pocket full of OG
Fuck the judge and the police
Let it burn
Let it burn
What would hell be without me
I see the world for what it truly is
Dirt in the water
The holy gril
For the truly frel
Well
I guess lies still sell
Cause we all live in hell
Just to wined up in jail
Yea yea
But thats for bitches ima real nigga
Except the consequence
To lat to make a deal nigga
Knowing that and living with it
Make a real nigga
But being a real nigga
Fucking get you killed nigga
Yea yea
It's the same shit just a different day
So ima do the same shit I did yesterday
Say fuck the money
But still go after what pays
And bully niggas like pussy
I call it practice
I know treat fuck boys
Like an actress
They aint good for nothing
But a dirty mattress
Twisting up to clam my nerves
Cause you gone get what you deserve
I'll put a spell on you
L on you L on you
I got a pocket full of OG
Fuck the judge and the police
Let it burn
Let it burn
Ain't a cell that can hold
I got a pocket full of OG
Fuck the judge and the police
Let it burn
Let it burn
What would hell be without me
Mind over matter
Unless ur opinion matter
With that being said
Im claiming to be the baddest
Fuck ur status
I dont feel it in my apparatus
Lookin back at it
My pen stroke is gangsta
Listening to fifty
Aint fucking round with you wanksta's
Bullets for my problem
And money is over everything
I never kill no body
But that aint everything
And fuck my file
Cuz that shit dont tell you everything
Hold up im smokey
You niggas care bears
Im probable cause
You niggas fair share
Forget about
Momma still taking shit about it
I try to tell em
I probably wouldnt be shit with out it
Yea yea
But who can see it how i see it doe
I guess im rocko
No modern life doe
Im buzz like light year
They dared me to spend my life
Im da man now
Fuck you and ur plan now
I got a pocket full of OG
Fuck the judge and the police
Let it burn
Let it burn
Ain't a cell that can hold
I got a pocket full of OG
Fuck the judge and the police
Let it burn
Let it burn
What would hell be without me

Written by:
Kenneth George

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