Burning Hammer

Sticks up

All my bitches bad, I ain't ever missed
Drop that money, pick it off the floor, what you pocketing?
I'ma chase paper because that cash, I can lay with it
You chasing bitches more than a bag, you will never get it

Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kicking
Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spitting

Niggas want Khalid Muhammad, I'm closest to him rhyming
Yeah, they still obsessed with us 'cause stealing niggas shit is timeless

Big money, no motion, you never get a cut
Bitches tryna keep me down, they never wanna see me when I'm up
I'm dressed like Rhythm Nation, no patience for who y'all holdin' up
You people treat them like messiahs, they not holy to us

Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kicking
Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spitting

Beam right in his face, he said a prayer
Niggas gossipin', chopper gon' clear the air
Quit window shoppings, boy, you need profit for copping
Yo' bitch a bopper and you not gonna make it with her beside

All my bitches bad, I ain't ever missed
Drop that money, pick it off the floor, what you pocketing?
I'ma chase paper because that cash, I can lay with it
You chasing bitches more than a bag, you will never get it

Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kicking
Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spitting

Niggas want Khalid Muhammad, I'm closest to him rhyming
Yeah, they still obsessed with us 'cause stealing niggas shit is timeless

These times that we living in, keep the strap on us
The F&N I'm packing gon' back me up, in myself I trust
There was a time when I thought love go hand-in-hand with lust
And every time I'm down, I got another bitch to cheer me up
It's obvious I'm not with the faking, niggas ain't really cakin'
I commit to hating specific agents, I never chase it
Dressing like I'm Taker and dual-wielding like Tomb Raider
Hope ain't in the air, let's see who stays and who really ain't there

Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kicking
Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spitting
Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kicking
Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spitting

Niggas be missin' out on money 'cause they chasin' bitches
Niggas be chasin' bitches out they league and spendin' chicken
How can I say this, I'm the bravest in my circle, it's no rehearsal
It's black and on purpose, I know you can't relate
Everything that I feel, it's channeled through my skin, I know you hate it
Everything that I say is from that point of view, there's no debate
Most these niggas, they wakin' up and they be doin' the same shit every day
Pour the soda in the pot and make it do the Macarena