The Burgundy Cycle Lyrics

In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad bitches tryna clog the mental

In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad bitches finna clog the mental
Cherry in the mazzi and it's not a rental
She want me to pop her cherry, fuck the sentimental
This is quintessential, homie straight from the heart
Enter the 40th chamber I'm a tear you apart
I'm a bring the ruckus, she admire the art
She wanna top me off because I’m fly as a dart, aye
I could hit the target
Labels well aware a real one don’t bargain
She begging for the seed shorty planting a garden
But I don’t budge I’m the Rock of Gibraltar, aye
Lemme fuck on the altar
Follow me to hell I bet the fucking is hotter, aye
You gotta celibate daughter?
She been tryna go down man you better go stop her

Young H flow frozen cold
Mans native cuz he tote them poles
Don't play with your life, not a board game
I'm like a zombie, I need more brain
Pull up in a "motherfucker what you even call it?"
Looking at my wallet man she thinking I'm a profit
Pull up in a big body
Mr. Wallace
Pretty girls diss now they all gone call us
Dimes, but I got them on they two knees
Malcolm in the middle while they do E
Oooweee
Man they wishing they knew me
And like the old iPhone bitch i'm 2G
Keep it a hundred you know that we run it
Real one done it
All gone love it
Use to be the don rocking Polo and Vuitton
Flexing, brown girls call me Amir Khan
But it ain't no secret I'm a super star
Working hard
Take you far
Sober boy but i got all the bars
Candy rappers y’all belong in mars

In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad bitches tryna clog the mental
In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad bitches tryna clog the mental

Young god at this
I got the people freaking out up in the parliament
You could never really bone, you cartilage
Look at what i'm getting at the pharmacist
I'm so conflicted
Feed the pain when there is no prescription
The king is real like Solomon in
The final minute
When the set is finished
Bitch sense the business, man I'm a CEO
She tryna see if she could see me grow
Tryna see me flow
Bitch leave me 'lone
Let the 43 go
When they beep my phone
Never, never could you find me with a bitch who less than ten
I think I'm better than the rest of my city
They peep the the boy with the fucked up grill
Still tell me that a motherfucker pretty

In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad bitches tryna clog the mental
In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad bitches tryna clog the mental