Beatin Up the Beat

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Artille

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Yeah, turn my headphones up
I wanna hear me
Don't be sayin' that you love me if you don't
Motherfuckers only call me when they need a zone
Money on my side so I never feel alone or a front
Treat my problems like opps, yeah, they go in a blunt
Bitch, I walk it like a talk it (Yeah)
Center of my circle, I be feelin' like a target
Many of my friends I don't expect to get my jargon
If the feds run up on me I'll be beggin' for a pardon
Guarded like I'm Harden
Trap and party hard up in my Jordan
Started from the bottom, now there's not a lot I'm not affordin'
Got it made
Sharp mind, you would think that I'm recordin' with a blade
Not a barber, but I get up on the track and give a fade
Ayy, beatin' up the beat (Yeah)
Comin' with the heat, don't be thinkin' that it's sweet (Nah)
Give my bitch a treat, even walk her on a leash
Need a lady in the streets and a freak up in the sheets
Cheefin on the keif, till I'm lookin' like I'm Cheech
Sippin' Casamigos while I'm sittin' by the beach
Haters keep on reachin', I ain't talkin' for the peace
Takin' ownership of everything I got, it's not a lease
Yeah, breakin' down a lot of trees
Roll em' up and hit em' like the lottery
She ain't prayin', but I got her on her knees
Keep it real, but still not who I wanna be
Comin' hard, better recognize as if I am familiar, they
Pray I fall, but I bet I rise, I'm finna hit the ceiling, stay
On my grind like I like to skate, I pop a molly like an ollie
Wonder when the hell I'm gonna stop, I say one day I probably will
Fill my body with narcotics, hopin' they don't leave me killed
They gon' win the way, they catchin' up to me, I need to chill
Put some braces on my face, so now I let em' see the grill
Keep it realer than I should sometimes, the truth hurts
I'ma hurt you before I'm gon' lie, I do work
Every verse is a construction site, off two Percs
So it's motherfuck the other side
Put a beat up in the dirt, when I come alive, it's Artille
Ayy, beatin' up the beat (Yeah)
Comin' with the heat, don't be thinkin' that it's sweet (Nah)
Give my bitch a treat, even walk her on a leash
Need a lady in the streets and a freak up in the sheets
Cheefin on the keif, till I'm lookin' like I'm Cheech
Sippin' Casamigos while I'm sittin' by the beach
Haters keep on reachin', I ain't talkin' for the peace
Takin' ownership of everything I got, it's not a lease

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