Burden - Fatal Outro Lyrics

Uhh, Aye turn me up uh huh
Aye turn me up
There we go
Look ok ok ok
So they thought it was a mother f*ckin game right
I got something for em
Let's get
I end up killin the shelf at the bar and then rage,
You know how I get
-The people around me are rollin up good weed in j's,
Yo I want a hit,
Mamma imma be a famous rapper,
Making millions of dollars from talkin my shit,
Look at the kids when they look in the kitchen, the f*ck are you whippin,
They know it ain't grits,
Close faces, in the most cases, be the most dangerous,
I'm too sketched out,
Who want this stress and the pressure applied, with bets on the side,
I'm ruthless now,
No hoop dreams still tryna ball,
Everything we want, it's time to buy it all,
Champagne bottles, bunch of Tylenol,
I ain't friendly dawg, I ain't tryna talk,
Ooohh, - he feelin himself,
You f*ckin riotous for screamin the truth,
Ooohh, -come see me in hell,
Imma murder the devil,
There's plenty of room,
-we got pussy and shrooms,
-marijuana and whisky,
-way too much to consume,
-so come do it up with me,
Wally World for the camouflage,
Big bag, buncha hoes, like Santa Claus,
-Get up in the paint,
Win, lose, or draw,
Gladiator camp, taught me damn it all,
Florida boy , from the dirty south,
My truck lifted, bitch murdered out,
Can't stand the heat, you better turn around,
Leave it up to me,and imma burn a pound,
Born to reap havoc, legends never die,
I done built some shit I'd never jeopardize,
Roll models, who was steady getting high,
I looked up to my whole entire life, that on hold,
Don't come to my show,
Askin me to smoke,
If I ain't see it rolled,
Night flight, got my - sucked, on the airplane, it was freezin cold,
F*ck it,
-We some Rolling Stones,
Bedroom, she's an animal,
Hold my phone!,
-When will I come down,
Kinda hope I don't,
-Cause I was faded every song I wrote,
-Miss-ion-ray wasn't much a mission,
I went backstage, with general admission,
I'm still talkin nasty,
Hope you f*ckers get it,
-Yea i Love her Ass cheeks,
Dawg I must admit it
- my bad about that lil Dis track, I won't be mad if you want your get back
Can't we all just get along, man that would be crazy that shit would be lame,
Bitch I'm takin shots at anybody, that I feel deserve it, I'm just takin my aim, What u want me say boy I'm comin that way,
-see me in person, got nothin to say,
-kush and Cologne, Come puff on the jay
-tell me what's wrong with these suckers today,
I end up killin the shelf at the bar and then rage,
You know how I get
-The people around me are rollin up good weed in j's,
Yo I want a hit,
Mamma imma be a famous rapper,
Making millions of dollars from talkin my shit,
-I'm spending half and then the other half imma reinvest before callin it quits
FUCK THE INDUSTRY