You see, you see I always knew I got it
Used to have rhymes written up on my T-Mobile sidekick
But everyone was rapping back then, how dope was my shit
Especially back in my hood, that rap shit is a crowded market
And the fame that comes with it make you a target
M.S. 226 I had that tube-sock with a master lock in it
'Cause niggas by the buildings tried to jump me
I was popping shit
I learned the lesson, you gotta finish it if you goin start the shit
Actions come with reactions, you gotta deal with the consequence
My heart cold like Syracuse
I been fucking with the Orangemen
Been researching the history, I'm trying to find the origin
They used to call me Dez, but now BurrLin is what they calling him
Provider not a trick, I promise you I don't be spoiling 'em
I barely want none of 'em, I used to want all of 'em
She just gave me her number, I'm prolly never calling it
This shit so natural to me, promise you there ain't no force in it
They repo'd that mustang
They confiscated it, and then they auctioned it
A true test of a boss is how you stand when them losses hit
Them rainy day funds are low, and them bills just keep on pouring in
See, I ain't a street nigga, I'm a corporate thug
Early morning, bad bish pouring tea in my coffee mug
Been waking and baking less, lowkey I'm tryna stay off the drug
I hope he practices discretion
We disclosed that shit off the cuff
Remember I had a S-Curl, now I got a S-Corp
For me that pussy free but when you pull up nigga she a escort
She used to have that S5, now she got the
I pull up in the ML, I pick up all the sketeles, boom
Watch how I shake the room, I bet that I make it soon
Just copped an eighth of shrooms, she told me let's take 'em soon
Pillow talking her naked truth, BadBoy like Mace and Loon
Do ya baby like Rae Carruth, bet your son won't make it through
Doorman pat down my pockets, not the side of my ankle tube
Got it on me but not acting tough, that's not what I came to do
Get the one that I want then I dip
Shoot my shot then we making moves