Yeah, uh

My city is burnin', the devil turnin' the furnace

My city is burnin', I keep that fye through the curtains

4+5 right on my lap, hope when I shoot it, it's workin'

4+5 right on my lap, hope when I shoot it, you twerkin'

My city is burnin', the devil turnin' the furnace

Yeah

My city is burnin', I know the devil is workin'

Yeah

My city is burnin', the devil turnin' the furnace

Yeah

My city is burnin', I know the devil is workin'

Yeah

Back when I copped my first nine, no practice

Can't tell 'cause when I shoot I'm an assassin

I'm 'bout my Benjamins and my Jacksons

Bitch, this gangsta shit, this ain't for fashion

Bitch, this how I talk, this ain't no accent

Come cop this lil' dime 'fore I hit this practice

I need this money on the front end and back end

And my mama can't know what I'm doin', but only after I can get the shit movin', yeah

Bitch, I'm from the South, where summer time, no air

One car, five ****, sweatin' like a dog, yeah

Lookin' for a jugg, just to hit the mall, yeah

Gotta hit the mall, yeah, gotta see me ball, yeah

'Cause my mama struggled just like my brother brother's mama

So I ride with my brother, brothers, none of us Prima Donnas

Bruh, we just gon' follow cycle

Get whatever that come wit' it

And all of us think the same

Yeah, all of us havin' trauma

My city is burnin', the devil turnin' the furnace

My city is burnin', I keep that fye through the curtains

4+5 right on my lap, hope when I shoot it, it's workin'

4+5 right on my lap, hope when I shoot it, you twerkin'

My city is burnin', the devil turnin' the furnace

Yeah

My city is burnin', I know the devil is workin'

And all of my ****, we swimmin' in my death

We envy them **** that's swimmin' in checks

I struggle at home and we swimmin' in debt

Caller ID when they call to collect

The sun in Atlanta do more than make sweat

Bodies on bodies, no swimmin', they wet

Got trauma inside me I'll never forget

Conflicted, I feel like I shouldn't be doin' the things I be doin', my purpose is bigger than all this shit really, so quick to forget

Who I am I really? Am I the **** I think I am?

Am I the **** I wanna be?

A gangsta, a threat to economy?

A poser, a try hard, a wanna be?

At one moment, ready to kill a man, catch a rapper, he hop out a Sprinter van

Ain't nothin' worse than a young black male growin' up like he don't give a damn

Or am I the **** that grew up thinkin' that I had the chosen one in 'em?

Lord, forgive 'em

Lord, forgive 'em

'Cause he gon' ride

With his potna, ****

On my mama, ****

Need them commas, ****

My city is burnin', the devil turnin' the furnace

My city is burnin', I keep that fye through the curtains

4+5 right on my lap, hope when I shoot it, it's workin'

4+5 right on my lap, hope when I shoot it, you twerkin'

My city is burnin', the devil turnin' the furnace

Yeah

My city is burnin', I know the devil is workin'