Burden - From the Dirt

Aye check this out,
When wisdom speaks you fucking listen,
Yea, so allow me to quote one very wise individual,
He said people are only separated by the distance they are willing to go,

We ain’t ever, have nothin
But still ain’t never asked a thing from you mother fuckers,
Rather get it from the dirt, yeah, rather get it from the dirt, yeah, rather get it from the dirt, yeah,
Eyes peeled for that twelve,
Jumped off the porch before 12,
Bout ninth grade when I dropped out and said fuck school I need sales,
I got to hustle to make the money, I got to hustle to feed the fam, I got a hustle cause I got a goal in life to get every dollar I can

Not a day in my life goes to waste dawg,
These pussys cant keep up the pace, dawg,
get the fuck up out my face, dawg,
A lil pump fake and I shake y’all, oouh,
Money the motive, don’t never forget it,
Detectives can’t prove it but know that I did it,
I Ain’t want to do it but fuck it I’m with it
Flip it and flip it I’m back in the business,
back in the business,
Back in the game,
Hold up wait a minute,
Burden the name,
They see you Winnin,
No need to explain,
I know I got gasoline in my veins
Thinking of the way that we came up,
We ain’t have nothing, got a change sum,
Late night for the pay got to stay up,
Lotta sharks in the streets, don’t get ate up,
I grew up a,
Problem child,
Having nothing
Too familiar,
All this pain it,
Made me hungry,
So I gotta get it, no odds in my favor,
But I got a vision, yea yea

We ain’t ever, have nothin
But still ain’t never asked a thing from you mother fuckers,
Rather get it from the dirt, yeah, rather get it from the dirt, yeah, rather get it from the dirt, yeah,
Eyes peeled for that twelve,
Jumped off the porch before 12,
Bout ninth grade when I dropped out and said fuck school I need sales,
I got to hustle to tmake the money, I got to hustle to feed the fam, I got a hustle cause I got a goal in life to get every dollar I can

I got a dream, you have a dream,,
It’s all that We have,
Don’t know how to take it,
Life is a dream, it is what you make it ,
I’m making it fast, cause bitch I’m impatient,
I just pull up get the bag, and don’t say shit,
There’s No invitation,
-don’t ever come to the crib,
Yea pretty much nobody know where I live
Some get offended, it is what it is,
I be gettin higher than a tandem,
I just want to pull up in the Phantom,
I just want to live inside a mansion,
With a bad bitch telling me I’m handsome,
And obviously, I ain’t gone stop and they see,
On God imma be, everything they never thought I would be,
Gimme me a million I’m outta the streets, yea yea
I grew up a,
Problem child,
Having nothing
Too familiar,
All this pain it,
Made me hungry,
So I gotta get it, no odds in my favor,
But I got a vision

We ain’t ever, have nothin
But still ain’t never asked a thing from you mother fuckers,
Rather get it from the dirt, yeah, rather get it from the dirt, yeah, rather get it from the dirt, yeah,
Eyes peeled for that twelve,
Jumped off the porch before 12,
Bout ninth grade when I dropped out and said fuck school I need sales,
I got to hustle to tmake the money, I got to hustle to feed the fam, I got a hustle cause I got a goal in life to get every dollar I can

Written by:
Kenneth Bartels

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