Burnt Offering - Doap Nixon

Burnt Offering - Doap Nixon
I offer this burnt offering
A 50 bar sacrifice
For all this fake sh*t these niggaz makin
(May God have mercy on your soul)
Well it's the time of
The year to stack the riches
Must be that time of the month
They actin like b**ches
It's nickel bag the flow is poppin
Niggaz all on my top
Cause the flow's a monster
A hustler a hustler a pimp is a pimp
Never mix the two together
Cause your sh*t'll get gripped
I'm at the top muh'f**ker you
At the top of the bottom
Never sweat small sh*t
Cause these niggaz I got 'em
The album's dropping came in with the title
Can't hate on a ni**a when he's America's Idol
They're beggin me to come hard
And they're beggin you to retire
I ain't the type to air it out
I set niggaz on fire
Your manager wanna meet
And your record label's *****in
State Road is packed
A lot of niggaz snitchin
I ain't your average rapper
This ain't your run of the mills
The Hawk is official
The Chumpies is steel
So f**k beef I'm a business man cousin
But the love is all real
You can quit with the buggin
Cut the strings from your puppet
Wan' see how they walk
Take my words out they mouth
I wanna hear how they talk
30 to go something's tellin me to migrate
More paper up the road right
Off the highway
We bathe niggaz with bullets
And dry 'em off with heaters
Decorate the phone wire with
A pair of your sneakers
Somebody ring the alarm
Don't really care for paradise
But you can bring me a bomb
It's Doap Nix champ
Sadeem of the underground
Them niggaz ain't sh*t
But they can put you underground
So from now on the snubs is tucked
I get love out in Mecca
Hundred thugs wanna bust
20 left I keep a count on the bars
County love to sour sh*t
Keep a ounce with the scars
My ni**a Snook word on the streets
Heard you gettin married
Congratulations my niggaz
I'll miss you lil' fairy
Fat steamy velour black walk with men
Out of sight out of mind
But the bars'll hit 'em
Still got the fiends overdosed the streets
Couple sons still trapped
Hope they close to peeps
I'm still doin my thizzle
Still spittin the missiles
Still got time for a good gristle (ten to go)
Ready to give this to my little brother
Good money same blood same heart
Different mother
My old heads is in bark mode
The streets is our crib
And we live by a dark code
So kick rocks you're mumblin
But your words ain't nuttin
Toe tags the way we say stop frontin
A lot of pens a lot of gin
Clapped at a lot of men
Make niggaz jump out they skin
I know you gettin all this money right
50 bars burnt
Hope you come back with somethin nice
I said you gettin all this money right
50 bars burnt
Hope you come back with somethin nice
That's how you set a ni**a on fire man
I do this man I do what I want
Any people cash are beauseful