Texty:
Burning Heads A Whole Life

which one of y'all say you want drama I'm honoured I blitz your ass like a muthaf-cking lineman stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma's still

a rocks for life People They said, "Change that shit" This is west coast Rap-A-Lot, I stroll to Houston Astro's hat a lot, I sock A punk, fool, hit me

my last and final day I?m supposed to be nothing, they were supposed to give me life in prison Last pick, misfit, probably did a full twenty, hey, I?m right here, head up Got the whole

bald head catching sun rays Smashing down the strip going backwards down runways Four eighteens with the zues and the zapto Sounding like I'm riding out a concert at a rap show Hit a

it I gets blunted 168 hours a week P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet But never sleep on the vocabulary skillz Of a nigga that?s out to

my life, i see the same for everyday, i mean breedas getting stabbed and mothers snorting off their prams ooohh ooohh ooohh You see this life it aint a

The withdrawal, join fucking with the pace your just a waste In my face hit you in base in your case if all you want is a taste Even the lemo the rebel

thinking, me and my niggas was doin' a bank job I stay violent, y'all go to the peace route You got a mouth like Kanye, I knock your whole bottom row

a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and