Warm Brew - Butane lyrics

I watch the signs Watch the seasons Watch these fools change In front of your eyes n***as get wiped off the food chain Hope for my demise But it’s only gon’ bring you pain Running around blind boy Now watch me blow up Butane I'm off with the squad, got a whip off the lot Out the window like Pac, man I know If awful distraught, I just pick up and call Say let’s split us bottle I’m on Seen a lot of problems, chips like Estrada All we after since our mamas Put us in position to reverse our situations Hella zeros with the commas I know what I want,big ol’ chunk of the pie making our stars align Shots in the dark start to land so the plan is to cut out all malign My cousin still playing in the streets I’m worried They shooting like they married to Ayesha Curry What’s happening holla at me what’s the word It’s only getting hotter yeah I must concur I’m referring to myself I’m popular The bigger motherf**er on the roster A woman with a** is what I much prefer If she ain’t f**ing me that’s a knock on her Twerk it for a n***a in some Karl kani Cause b**h I’m on fire I’m burned alive Why everything you do not quite as live And everything I do is so mid July huh? I watch the signs Watch the seasons Watch these fools change In front of your eyes n***as get wiped off the food chain Hope for my demise But it’s only gon’ bring you pain Running around blind boy Now watch me blow up Butane n***as stay switching heard he snitch and need a new name Used to be your homie now he walk around with your dame She chose up, so what, quit crying like a hoe, lame Fake LA-ers phony players cat calling from a mile away Super sticky boy I’m high all day Act tricky n***a I don’t play So don’t be f**ing with me Especially when I need all my pay Ain’t no exceptions n***a sun or rain Oh now you ducking from me Nah I ain’t even ‘bout to get mad Y’all n***as desperate and it’s so sad And n***as always got the same stale face if they see I copped a whip or hopped up in a new place With my new watch, and new rings I came up, so it seems With new goals, the same team I get dough, by any means I watch the signs Watch the seasons Watch these fools change In front of your eyes n***as get wiped off the food chain Hope for my demise But it’s only gon’ bring you pain Running around blind boy Now watch me blow up Butane