Burn Notice - Jon Connor

These fake nigga showing out for another nigga

That’s that shit to make a nigga say fuck you nigga

Like you bulletproofing them bullets can’t touch you nigga

I’m saying all this because I love you nigga

What do you mean you a real nigga

Like bullet wounds and your homies crying ain’t real nigga?

It’s Vietnam outside your front door

I’m like the army all those motherfuckers want war

So he killed your man, now go to him

Now you in jail, you dumb as hell

Locked up and now you ain’t goin' home boy

YAin’t getting pussy and your girl fucking your homeboy

You thinking, I make a nigga here coming back

Like you invicible and you the only nigga strap

Well I say, nigga so?, watch what they be asking me

'Cause if we keep thinking up like this

That’s all we’ll ever be

I’ma take this beat and write the realest shit I ever wrote

I’ma take this beat and spit the realest shit I ever sput

We be hopping the bone, beats for them diamonds and rolleys

Tired of playing 2k so we adopt for them flow seas man

You niggers don’t know me so fuck you and your homies

Who all run in a bullet want you niggers to show me

I like living too much you can’t handle tough shit

You playing roulette find a room and go and fuck with

Now you got your homeboy singing the preacher song

Shit I ain’t dying in the hood but to each his own

The hood is swallowing niggers, the police is following niggers

Talking on cellphones, the feds can hear all of you niggers

Ain’t fooling nobody so it’s easy to target you niggers

Still on the same shit why you can’t get a moth of you nigga

And maybe like comment, oh that nigga something

Why you listening to these niggers that’s gonna get you caught

Why say nigga so, watch what they be asking me

If we stay on this bullshit

That’s all that we gon' ever be

I’ma take this beat and write the realest shit I ever wrote

I’ma take this beat and spit the realest shit I ever sput

I’ll be on these flights every night

Get off the plane I’m at these shows

I’m at the club after party

And now I’m fucking with these hoes

VIP I’m taking pictures in this bitch 'til it close

This the life that chose me

Look at all of these sassies tryin' to get chose

Studio, no sleep, I ain’t think about no rest

Cellphone blowing up, more just hit me on my text

My nigga tucking money so when he get that call

Hell yeah I’m tryin' to get it

I ain’t fucking ridin' with y’all

I be grinding, I be stacking

I be fucking stone that well

I be writing and then writing

I ain’t got time to do shit else

You all be talking I ain’t listening

I got too much shit on my mind

If you ain’t talking 'bout no money bro

Don’t fucking waste my time

I ain’t no killer, I ain’t no dealer

I ain’t never sold no dope

'Cause if I did I’d probably be locked up

Be fucked up, or be broke

To my niggers in the hood that still going through that shit

Just think about your next move before you go and do that shit

Talk to me now

I’ma take this beat and write the realest shit I ever wrote

I’ma take this beat and spit the realest shit I ever sput