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as the wood burns - ishaan the rit god lyrics

[intro]

rit rit rit rit
buzzin’, i’m just thinking bout some sh*t
as the wood burn n*gga

[verse]

ishaan
when you got power, you can get a n*gga ghost with that tommy
baby off 3 percs now she walk like a zombie
lil bro gon shoot, he only studying offense
f*cking on a cougar, now my back got bl**dy paw prints
oldest boys get drafted to the military
these young n*ggas getting drafted to the cemetery
i guess they hopping off the porch too fast
i’m in a small town balling like the utah jazz
collect the check and dip like a tortilla chip
bro put holes on yo whip, now you a f*cking pimp
you be with that b*tch with the busted forces
stacking cheese, i up my class just like college courses
cheese on the east and some cheese on the west
detroit so f*cked up, the birds need a bullet proof nest
rit god b*tch, i run on green like a punt return
wood finally made it back around, that’s a blunt return
she thirst trapping, she a insta freak b*tch
she suck me for an hour in victoria secret
young kid, daddy gone, he feel all alone
should he work on his jumper or should he load the chrome
his love for his pops, turned to love for the block
he fell in love with them bullets inside of the glock
but will that love send him to a early death
will his soul levitate, walking up them pearly steps, n*gga
will his mama cry when them bullets fly
n*ggas trifling, they’ll have the medics cleaning up yo mess n*gga
a black man path on a white man soil
n*ggas wrapping up beef like aluminium foil
disco bezzle got the dance floor lit
i had a shack with some pennies on some orlando sh*t
bro pop just like commando b*tch
with the shoulder strap, this n*gga thinking that he rambo b*tch
split the cheese, eat steaks like kings
call us captain jay’s, we’ll clip a n*gga wings
foreal
been blowing too much cheese, i really gotta chill
you can’t hit the playas club without a dollar bill
these n*ggas snakes, they be hissing when they in the field
these hoes sick, they worship cheese, bags and molly pills
that ass pancake fluffy, so i know it’s real
mike vick, all my pitbulls know the drill

- ishaan the rit god lyrics

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