Butane

I watch the signs, watch the seasons
Watch these fools change in front of your eyes
Niggas 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, butane
Butane, butane
Butane, butane
Butane, butane
Butane, butane

I'm off with the squad, got a whip off the lot
Out the window like 'Pac, man, I know
If I hold the stride, I just pick up and
, I'm on
Seen a lot of problems
Trips like a strata, all we have is in some llamas
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 all stars align
Shots in the dark start to land, so
The plan is to cut out all my lines

Cops still playing in the streets, I'm worried
They shooting like they married to Ayesha Curry
What's happening? Holler at me, what's the word?
It's only, I must concur
I'm referring to myself, I'm popular
The biggest motherfucker on the roster
A woman with ass is what I much prefer
If she ain't fucking me, that's a knock on her
For a nigga and some Karl Kani
'Cause, bitch, I'm on fire, I'm burned alive
Why everything you do not quite is a lie?
And everything I do is so

I watch the signs, watch the seasons
Watch these fools change in front of your eyes
Niggas 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, butane
Butane, butane
Butane, butane
Butane, butane
Butane, butane

Boom
Niggas stay switching, heard he snitching, need a new name
Used to be your homie, now he walking 'round with your dame
She chose up, so what? Quit crying like a ho, lame
Fake phony players catcalling from a mile away
Super sticky, boy, I'm high all day
Act tricky, nigga, I don't play
So don't be fucking with me
Especially when I need all my pay
Ain't no exceptions, niggas sun or rain
Oh, now you ducking from me?
Nah, I ain't even 'bout to get mad
Y'all niggas desperate and it's so sad
And niggas 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 teams
I get dough by any means

I watch the signs, watch the seasons
Watch these fools change in front of your eyes
Niggas 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, butane
Butane, butane
Butane, butane
Butane, butane
Butane, butane
Butane, butane