Burn Slow (feat. Zombie Juice & B-Real) - Demrick

(If young Metro don't trust you, trust you) I can't take one Percocet, start tonight off, I just took a 60 Burberry on me, shoot you in your back, you just got Pretty Ricky I tie the Chanel runners, then I get back to running the city And I know that it's hell coming, I ain't worried, my niggas, they with me Gotta put the narcotics down, I can feel 'em fucking up my kidney And punching my liver If I let it kill me, my mama'll never forgive me Ain't numbing my feelings, if I let it kill 'em, my baby will never forgive me This remind me of hell, sometimes I wonder if that's where God really sent me Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn The truth hurts, let it bleed out, if they hurt you, let 'em leave My heart hurtin', let me bleed out, only way I'll find peace I'm tryna get set free, but these chains on me Choke me, I can't breathe, what's reality? Uh, detached from myself Uh-huh, numb the pain with my wealth Uh, a bag from Chanel match the double C on my belt, uh Bands in my pants, I barely be holdin' my pants up But the money ain't the answer I'm just tryna reach some new highs Mix this with that, bet it feel nice Codeine, only sip if I got ice Look my girl in her eyes, tell her I won't die I fell asleep too deep that one time Woke up to your cry, girl, I'm fine But I lied Had a dream, I wasn't gon' wake up this time Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn

I don't give a fuck bruh (I don't give a fuck) All my niggas dirty, see a nigga cutthroat It's Like 2: 30, call the product kids up Get the utmost, up most I'm gettin' head from the front do' Front fo' nigga right here at your front door Oh no, rhymes pass ya like Rondo Switch the flow, can you hear me like some old phones Hustle anything getting money 'til the Feds roll Real shit nigga, all I do is eat foes Slammin' on niggas like Onyx from the free throw Flatbush born dead, nigga I'm a hero And oh yeah hoes, man I got like zero Tolerance for bullshit or ego Took enough acid and I'm feeling like Neo Niggas took my style, man I'm feeling kinda geeked though Swag champ, twist a nigga up like some [???] Peep though, progression at its finest Treat you so good cause you're only what you're lyin' Your fire's so quiet, they see through your mind and Your iris, your eyelids, your eyes can't define it They hear when they want ya Fear what they told ya Reprogram yourself or I fear for your health Program inhibition, I'm willing to ride Few grams back-to-back let that sync in your mind Rhyme right, rhyme tight, should've been signed twice If this the outcome, I'm waiting on my next life Roll the dice, motherfucker get your shit straight Been great, flipping weight call me Triple H, yeah Zombies we the shit man ya Zombies we the Kliq man ya Palm trees like a birthday Ain't nothing like the first day Ain't nothing like the first day You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste Know a nigga on a run on my worst day See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way Ain't nothing like the first day You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste Know a nigga on a run on my worst day See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day Back to take the game, got my ice on brr Back the fuck up, I got the Juice in here You can't compare, living like this can't be real Only talking if you're only 'bout them M's this year All red looking like the prince is near And the bitch with me looking like the baddest here High as us, throw 'em off like a chandelier Back-to-back smoking like I can't be here Yeah, back against the wall, me against the world Battle to be fought, trying to hit the floor Trying to hit the show, never let the [?] Hating on the boy, nigga been divorced Straight up out the morgue God damn, load the clips in the dollar van Run up in the crib dog, feeling like bruh man Coachella overseas feeling like Summer Jam Master P all about it [?] Had to cut 'em off, see, feelin' like they can't define me Blowing in the wind on my RZA shit you can't find me Anyway the wind blows, Bohemian rap flows These new niggas just hoe, like Jay-Z I change clothes Terps taste like mango Dope-in-the-vein flow Coke-colored Kangol Your main bitch, she get low Out of site, out of mind Niggas running out of time so they [?] Ain't nothing like the first day You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste Know a nigga on a run on my worst day See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way Ain't nothing like the first day You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste Know a nigga on a run on my worst day See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day