Lyrics:
none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it
that I can be
Look around and you'll notice that
I'm surrounded by soldiers
Them other niggas can stay away from me
I call them roaches
Them
opinions
Now I'm in the position that
I don't wanna be in shit
I never had no beef with you corny son of a bitches
But now this shit is broke and you
an nowaday, these Childs want to live like Mr. Kevin....o.t.
With mad
G's...push a 7 or a Legend.....Yo, was
It the buddas?...stick up niggas with
Big man from the 244,
Roll deep with the boys in a 4 by 4,
You’re dumb if ya come for war,
Whole fleet show up on your front door for sure,
stick, stick that in hot mommy
Hey honey, live by me
Do nothin, me 'n my gang, lean sippin, not money
Hipster shit, hipster bitch
Lick my stick, stick
Hit the deck when them bullets fly
If you got beef then you better ride
I see you talking sitting on the side
Don't be surprised this
Niggas hit the deck when them bullets fly
If you niggas got beef then you better ride
I see you talking shit sitting on the side
Don't be
tell no lies
Akuein got ducked by a few of the guys
Don't chat bout the things we've done
Your man got ducked,can't rap bout lies
to ride around with my stick
I ain't never feared no man I'll beef by some other but not by no bitch
Don't come around here with that playin that's a easy
Come threw the hood wit my top off
Stick a knock a nigga top off
In a new whip gettin topped off
By a bad bitch wit her top off
In Push bottom start
mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you I'ma
(yeah) jump on that dick like Olympic
(yeah, Olympic, uh)
Take yo bitch out on a picnic, uh (Picnic)
Sit by the lake eatin' fish sticks, uh (yeah)
And you
I stayed the same, Why everybody around me change?
By myself Ian never need no gang
Being lame
Charge it to the game
I stayed the same, Why everybody
Balenciaga spent racks on my kicks
Fuck all that talkin we pull up with sticks
Don't care if you in it you with em you hit
I spent on my jacket it
Much is sweet
Dawg go munch the treat
Rush the scene in my crisp rust
Dungarees
Punch the sheep
Dawg gon rush to sleep
Crush the beef in my fit dust
play for keep and no they ain't squashing no beef
Forever they gone creep see a opp we hop on feet
I'm surrounded by steppas my Yungeen stay clutching
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you I'ma
mine, I hope you got yourself a gun
You from the hood
I hope you got yourself a gun
You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun
And when I see you, I'ma
don't have no beef have it
Got nothing to complain about but sometimes I do anyway
I'm only human, I'm still tryna evolve every day
If I lead by example
the fridge?
Microwaved on a dish
in cellophane?
There's a rumor of a great guy who had a taste.
Beef Jerkey River is
the place
Where you will need to go
well
I cannot fall fallout by none of these bitches
Stick to my pivot aint catchin me slippin
Talk about beef but don’t never be in it
It do not
we don't beef it's your ass
If you rock with them, guilty by association nigga you get shot with them
And if we ever beef it ain't no mends this shit
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