Let It Burn
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- hip hop
- rap
- trap
- gangsta rap
- southern hip hop
- boastful
- energetic
- passionate
- bass
- drill
Lyrics
Intro
Tables turn
Yeah, check it
Watch me
Verse 1
Low on patience, lessons learned
Plottin' silent, see the tables turn
I was hungry, fists tight, lotta fights
Dreams in the dirt, now they rise overnight
Hate in their eyes, I saw it
I felt the fire, never lost it
Street cold, my code engraved
Old wounds, I won't behave
Now I got a vision, vivid as the scars
Heat up the block just to chase these stars
Cut ties with the fake, I don't run it back
One call, whole squad, never fold, that's fact
Chorus
Tables turn, now my rivals squirm
Now the hunted got claws, let 'em learn
They was grinnin', now they can't return
Tables turn, tables turn
Post-Chorus
Let it burn, let it burn
Tables turn, tables turn
Let it burn
Verse 2
Ain't forget when they doubted my name
Came from the bottom, built up outta pain
Say my presence got the opps distressed
Moves made quiet, but the flex is loud, yes
Tension rise when I come around
Broken past, turned the pain to a crown
First they laughed, now they lookin' lost
Now they see every L got a cost
Put my time in, pockets deeper now
Money stack tall, can't see them now
History written on the concrete floor
No lie, I'm the storm that they can't ignore
Chorus
Tables turn, now my rivals squirm
Now the hunted got claws, let 'em learn
They was grinnin', now they can't return
Tables turn, tables turn
Post-Chorus
Let it burn, let it burn
Tables turn, tables turn
Let it burn
Bridge
Used to be hungry, now I feast
List of my enemies deceased
You can try, but you won't last
City mine now, I'm livin' fast
Verse 3
Heavy is the crown that I took for free
Pressure made me, gave me the key
Never begged for a thing, took my time, built my lane
Silent rage, now they feel the flame
Too many switched, too many faked
Now they regret every move they made
All their threats just faded away
I'm front and center, always been this way
Chorus
Tables turn, now my rivals squirm
Now the hunted got claws, let 'em learn
They was grinnin', now they can't return
Tables turn, tables turn
Post-Chorus
Let it burn, let it burn
Tables turn, tables turn
Let it burn
Let it burn
Tables turn
Outro
Yeah, let 'em watch it go
Tables turn, tables turn
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