Kyle Young - Back Burner lyrics

Verse1: I'm eating rappers like it's dinner for a slave No stealing chickens so I've never been afraid Now this that undeniable thunder fire flow Punch you while my eyes are closed plucking down the highest folks Jungle in some lion clothes, tumbled then I eyed her phone Luckily she like to bone, f**ing in a private zone Blunted up or pirate cone, she s**ing as she drive me home Her bucket got a tire blown, hunting for a Firestone Filthy wishin for riches, k**ing industry n***as Appealing millions of b**hes, don't deal with envious snitches Don't got a job, but I still get by Ain't got a dime, but I still get high Uh, ain't dapper Don, but I still stay fly Uh, you got a prob', need to chill home boy Innovative, independent, indecisive, intermission Intercourse, with interesting women who love it in their cores This beat ain't mine it's yours, you feel it in your pores It reaches deep, fries, shorts, and then the heat absorbs Your head just starts knockin, dead is just not an option Im like a red toxin, and like im bred oxen Since im the best talkin, n***as could get to walking My many sk**s will give you thoughts like forget Hopsin Boston, Ma**achusetts got a problem child He smoke drink cuss and fight and they call him Kyle Mean dude when you play with the dough Know a spot in California near the Lakers, yo Plus a shop with all the ganja yeah that fuego 'dro Drive South down the border viva Mexico Uh, ain't got a mom but I s** milk dry Ain't got a car but I still got drive Uh, ain't dapper Don, but I still stay fly, uh You got a prob' need to chill home boy BREAK Verse 2: Yo, uh, smoking blunts of sh**ty marijuana Had to do it, gotta toke while barely getting dollars Life is hard, staying up, making family honor I can barely stand the rain, I'm playing till my Grammy hour Family Dollar chips, cold cup of faucet water I know a sax player sad as f** he lost his father My temper's shorter than mini-me underwater I k** my enemies by conceiving their daughters I'll beat you senseless with pillow cases of hornets They flipping pigeons so n***as can pay the mortgage Tipping vending machines stealing the quarters I'd love to write f** you on my forehead My hip hopped, so I'm stayin alive Ain't got a rock but I still take mine Ain't dapper Don, but I still stay fly You got a prob' need to chill home boy Huh, couldn't take the heat so I k**ed kaywhy Now I'm back on my feet, and unveiled K's rhymes Seen the light 8 times, beast drive makes 9 If you wanna beat the best you must defeat they grind, pirate