Burn Me Down Remix

[Verse One: Gilbere Forte] Look up in the sky, fuck a plane I am higher than 12 ODs from a fiend, I’m inspiring No holds barred for your dreams, would you die for them? Kill for them? Put ‘em all on the line? Break ‘em down and rebuild with ‘em? You haters jumped the roof and find destiny with your face down Me and Tyga burn ‘em up before we burn ‘em up Grade A fire flame, you can spark a lighter Watch the world say who I’m hotter than Now you know who they hate now, I’m awake now I’m forever dreaming, you dying where you been sleeping Stuck in them pipe dreams where you was destined to be in Nightmares on Elm Street where Freddy meets his demons, demons I’m on a rise and never far from the gods So when I walk through the pain, reality’s just a stain The eyes of the truth can see it all if you blinded And if Pac were still around, I’mma be the one to ride for ‘em [Hook: Raak] I stepped into this life where I wanna be, all the fucking things that I dreamed of I’m here now so what else can you tell me huh? I’m here now motherfucker Yeah I been sitting on the clouds, trying to make you proud Tell me why the motherfuckers wanna burn me down Tell me why the motherfuckers wanna burn me down Tell me why the motherfuckers wanna uh yeah [Verse Two: Tyga] Burn me down, hundred rounds, run you down Ra-pa-pum, automatic, run through your fucking town Bound to get out of bounds, boy, don’t you fuck around Round merry-go-round, rosaries if you should be found Peace, love, sending flowers to mothers and daughters Me and money vowed together in holy matrimony Take it from me, break your leg, now they call you Tony Scar your face, now you the real Tony, crazy chemist in the lab Evil laugh, needle cab, push your face into the glass Chop you fast, body bag, let it drag, Brillo pass Scrape your ass, put your blood up in the flag This that type of shit that I’m gonna do, marijuana you I smoke you fools, I overlap and I overdo, number one Never number two, motherfuckers can’t get over it Pow, pow, you sober yet? Pow, pow, it’s over bitch [Hook] [Verse Three: Gilbere Forte] You can bring the flames, I’mma bring the snowstorm Knock ‘em down one at a time, riot bomb You quiet, calm, I’m setting off all the alarms Pussy getting, negative, you somewhere watching quiet porn Bitch, try to burn me down, well here’s my light, good luck motherfucker I am gone to another light no money can price Try to take my bitch, impound your wife, I’mma pound her twice With four, five dykes, the money ain’t shit till I make it rich Got a pocket full of dreams that you could never sleep on You allergic to money motherfucker, get your sneeze on My life’s a flat chick that I’mma throw some D’s on Your life’s a dirty whore steady getting peed on You old news, fucking the past years, I’m in new clothes You stuck in my last years, if this is now, I’m stuck up in the clouds You can keep the fucking crown, I’m burning the castle down bitch [Hook]