Burn

Time is money, spend it well down to the second
I use my first amendment so I keep the second I be stepping
Switch up on me, pull that switch out make you switch up your direction
Shit on beats and kill these rappers how's that for a first impression
I ain't met no one that worked with me that left and did it better
I made motion outa crumbs, you got a flat and fucked it up
Make my own moves
King me
I could never be a pawn
I get more streaming money than the nosey business you be on
I coulda threw away the plan, but instead I turned it on
These rappers hate me when I'm here they bitches miss me when I'm gone
I went from having 10 fans to 10 bands for a song
I manifested made it happen
God removed me from my wrongs
I put my faith into my music
And it carried me along
Took me to places I ain't seen before with those who do belong
And those who left I give a fuck
About the problems that they on
About the bitches in they life that put a leash on hold it strong
I seen men turn into woman over blindness for the love
I seen men turn into snakes and keep the prey when on the hunt
If team make the dream work Than when it did why did you run
Now think about second
Who's the first one to treat you like a friend not put you second
Who's the one that had ya back, when it got hectic
Who's the one that did the work and who's the sat and left it
Who's that gave a fuck and who's the one that took an exit
Honestly I still respect you but you let me down
We built a the movement empire from the ground
You knocked it down like twin towers straight into the ground
Sometimes your bros turn faux over hoes but ya know
It's a I coulda said, and there's a lot they shouldn't know
I'd never name drop or blow ya cover for you but you know
Imagine if the one you love knew you was undercover though
I know she support the movement ya movement lemme leave that shit alone
Cuz all the fans gon think that I knew the shit that you be on
And I'm just finding out that you was really lying putting on
Tryna act like you was cool but jealousy was living on
Why you think I never brought no pretty bitches when you home
Cuz you get insecure and think about the shit that you do wrong
You forgot I wrote the script it's crazy that you read it wrong
I made a hundred dam mistakes and made hundred rights from wrongs
Take some accountability and maybe we could move along
You was my brother now your just a memory I'm moving on