"Open Book" lyrics
Fuego Base & Black Soprano Family Lyrics
Careful what you say, they might be recording
Make this run for me, you gon' be rewarded
Small city but I dream enormous
This ain't that such-and-such with a singing chorus
Rap was dying slow so a remedy I perfected
Was caught up in the streets, now my energy redirected
That drug talk not 'bout an image, I'm just reflecting
My flow a gift from God and the business that I neglected
Could be in the mix but I choose distance
When most of your friends dead, you start to move different
We never speak about it in an interview
But don't think for one minute we ain't killers too
Probably shoulda got a weed stem
I only rap 'cause Torch dead and now he can't
Got hate for Bates, go to hell, bum
I could smoke an ounce faster than you sell one
I can admit, I done been broken too
I give the fans all of me, I'm an open book
As I pull this mask down, won't you pray with me?
If I do a bid, I hope my bitches stay with me
I can admit, I done been broken too
I give the fans all of me, I'm an open book
As I pull this mask down, won't you pray with me?
If I do a bid, I hope my bitches stay with me
Niggas dissing like I don't come from 'caine and bud
Die tryna be famous like Kanan, boy
The fame ain't changed me, I'm the same McCoy
I'd be a fool to let a hating nigga stain my joy
My iTunes banging like a powder trap in '81
I ain't matching energy with bums, it might make me one
This year three of a crazy run
And honestly, if I fuck up this money then I'ma take me some
Base, if Jesus couldn't save 'em, why are you trying?
You better over the stove, whole goose frying
Bottom ho on the track in a small gown
While I'm out looking for spinners in a small town
Buddy wanna smoke up his lawsuit so I decide to hide him
His wife think he missing, called his job to find him
These crack house chronicles be a whole mess
By the time I sent him home, he spent his whole cheque
I can admit, I done been broken too
I give the fans all of me, I'm an open book
As I pull this mask down, won't you pray with me?
If I do a bid, I hope my bitches stay with me
I can admit, I done been broken too
I give the fans all of me, I'm an open book
As I pull this mask down, won't you pray with me?
If I do a bid, I hope my bitches stay with me
Make this run for me, you gon' be rewarded
Small city but I dream enormous
This ain't that such-and-such with a singing chorus
Rap was dying slow so a remedy I perfected
Was caught up in the streets, now my energy redirected
That drug talk not 'bout an image, I'm just reflecting
My flow a gift from God and the business that I neglected
Could be in the mix but I choose distance
When most of your friends dead, you start to move different
We never speak about it in an interview
But don't think for one minute we ain't killers too
Probably shoulda got a weed stem
I only rap 'cause Torch dead and now he can't
Got hate for Bates, go to hell, bum
I could smoke an ounce faster than you sell one
I can admit, I done been broken too
I give the fans all of me, I'm an open book
As I pull this mask down, won't you pray with me?
If I do a bid, I hope my bitches stay with me
I can admit, I done been broken too
I give the fans all of me, I'm an open book
As I pull this mask down, won't you pray with me?
If I do a bid, I hope my bitches stay with me
Niggas dissing like I don't come from 'caine and bud
Die tryna be famous like Kanan, boy
The fame ain't changed me, I'm the same McCoy
I'd be a fool to let a hating nigga stain my joy
My iTunes banging like a powder trap in '81
I ain't matching energy with bums, it might make me one
This year three of a crazy run
And honestly, if I fuck up this money then I'ma take me some
Base, if Jesus couldn't save 'em, why are you trying?
You better over the stove, whole goose frying
Bottom ho on the track in a small gown
While I'm out looking for spinners in a small town
Buddy wanna smoke up his lawsuit so I decide to hide him
His wife think he missing, called his job to find him
These crack house chronicles be a whole mess
By the time I sent him home, he spent his whole cheque
I can admit, I done been broken too
I give the fans all of me, I'm an open book
As I pull this mask down, won't you pray with me?
If I do a bid, I hope my bitches stay with me
I can admit, I done been broken too
I give the fans all of me, I'm an open book
As I pull this mask down, won't you pray with me?
If I do a bid, I hope my bitches stay with me
