Lyrics Burn Notice - Jon Connor

Burn Notice

These fake nigga showing out for another nigga
That’s that shit to make a nigga say fuck you nigga
Like you bulletproofing them bullets can’t touch you nigga
I’m saying all this because I love you nigga
What do you mean you a real nigga
Like bullet wounds and your homies crying ain’t real nigga?
It’s Vietnam outside your front door
I’m like the army all those motherfuckers want war
So he killed your man, now go to him
Now you in jail, you dumb as hell
Locked up and now you ain’t goin' home boy
YAin’t getting pussy and your girl fucking your homeboy
You thinking, I make a nigga here coming back
Like you invicible and you the only nigga strap
Well I say, nigga so?, watch what they be asking me
'Cause if we keep thinking up like this
That’s all we’ll ever be
I’ma take this beat and write the realest shit I ever wrote
I’ma take this beat and spit the realest shit I ever sput
We be hopping the bone, beats for them diamonds and rolleys
Tired of playing 2k so we adopt for them flow seas man
You niggers don’t know me so fuck you and your homies
Who all run in a bullet want you niggers to show me
I like living too much you can’t handle tough shit
You playing roulette find a room and go and fuck with
Now you got your homeboy singing the preacher song
Shit I ain’t dying in the hood but to each his own
The hood is swallowing niggers, the police is following niggers
Talking on cellphones, the feds can hear all of you niggers
Ain’t fooling nobody so it’s easy to target you niggers
Still on the same shit why you can’t get a moth of you nigga
And maybe like comment, oh that nigga something
Why you listening to these niggers that’s gonna get you caught
Why say nigga so, watch what they be asking me
If we stay on this bullshit
That’s all that we gon' ever be
I’ma take this beat and write the realest shit I ever wrote
I’ma take this beat and spit the realest shit I ever sput
I’ll be on these flights every night
Get off the plane I’m at these shows
I’m at the club after party
And now I’m fucking with these hoes
VIP I’m taking pictures in this bitch 'til it close
This the life that chose me
Look at all of these sassies tryin' to get chose
Studio, no sleep, I ain’t think about no rest
Cellphone blowing up, more just hit me on my text
My nigga tucking money so when he get that call
Hell yeah I’m tryin' to get it
I ain’t fucking ridin' with y’all
I be grinding, I be stacking
I be fucking stone that well
I be writing and then writing
I ain’t got time to do shit else
You all be talking I ain’t listening
I got too much shit on my mind
If you ain’t talking 'bout no money bro
Don’t fucking waste my time
I ain’t no killer, I ain’t no dealer
I ain’t never sold no dope
'Cause if I did I’d probably be locked up
Be fucked up, or be broke
To my niggers in the hood that still going through that shit
Just think about your next move before you go and do that shit
Talk to me now
I’ma take this beat and write the realest shit I ever wrote
I’ma take this beat and spit the realest shit I ever sput