Burnt Offering

[Intro] I offer this burnt offering A 50 bar sacrifice For all this fake shit these niggas makin (May God have mercy on your soul) [Doap Nixon] Well it's the time of the year to stack the riches Must be that time of the month, they actin like bitches It's nickel bag, the flow is poppin Niggas 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 shit'll get gripped I'm at the top muh'fucker you at the top of the bottom Never sweat small shit cause these niggas I got 'em The album's dropping, came in with the title Can't hate on a nigga 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 niggas on fire Your manager wanna meet and your record label's bitchin State Road is packed, a lot of niggas snitchin I ain't your average rapper, this ain't your run of the mills The Hawk is official, the Chumpies is steel So fuck 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't shit, 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 shit, keep a ounce with the scars My nigga Snook word on the streets heard you gettin married Congratulations my niggas 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 niggas 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 [Outro] That's how you set a nigga on fire man I do this man, I do what I want Any repercussions I'm BUILT for~! Insha'Allah