Lyrics:
sleepin, you fuckin asshole!
Man:Hey, I just wanna say hello! Give me the phone!
Pete:Alright, dad! Sorry I didn't go to college like Alfred Einstein here,
like CARDIo so don’t Offset me
Bruddas deep, on my feet, pockets greazy
In the street bitches wave like I’m Beasley
Chucking up the deuces like I’m
ass on Instagram cryin'
Like she just found out about DMX dyin' (shut up)
Keyshia Cole thought Antonio Brown was her man
Ab treated her like she
rough
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
When it's just you times can be tough
When there's no one there to catch your fall
Everything is
a tattoo on your body, uh
Run up what I can, just by myself
Don't need nobody, uh
And before I tell you, "No"
I'll tell everybody, "Yes"
Taking care of them
What we all call the Carroll County accident
The wreck was on the highway just inside the line
Walter Browning lost his life and for a while
It seemed
cloth like some
offering in our way, obscure and open if we dig
down in it soft, dirty, south all under the world,
is gone off in the national
Never need no help yeah I did it myself guard the recipe tight only I can make it right
Cookin' up like Walter White, Whoa
Cookin' up like Walter White,
a pawprint
I'm leaving mine pressed on their esophagus
I'm so far gone
Dragon fire spitting
But this ain't a drake song
This just what I muster like grey
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
Before I drank v.s.o.p. remy
I used to drank that MD 22
Wood-grain and reverse 8's
Box Chevy trunk sounding like a earthquake
[Chorus]
I gotta
green I got the kiwi
They keep talking on the TV
I'm in the heat they call me Beasley
Caught the spell I'm just like Weasly
Feelin kinda Weezy
Definitely
it
Figure it out, the mic, I'm rippin' it like a ligament
Gimme a light a Bud Light, and shit'll get lit just like a cigarette
I'm a b-boy so
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Prodigal Sunzini)]
(It's beautiful God, love it as peace
Let's just get out together, man
In this hard world, I'm just
fly
How you gone tell me to put my pride to the side like you been by my side
Any direction I point I know that my brothers gone ride
Don't think cuz we
it right
Add sugar and spice, we cut it for better price
Brand name immortal, it's wavy gang for life
Rappin' a double life, I'm really like Walter
It's breezy
I'm the man
I still feel like Chris breezy
Get the bucks
Imma ball like I'm Beasley
When I'm writing these raps
This shit easy
When they
left
Gettin' money by the truck loads
Rollin' up Big Fat El Productos
Before I drank V.S.O.P. Remy
I used to drink that MD 22
Woodgrain and reverse 8's
the Ty Ty to my Jay Z, they pree, they pree
I get lizzy and I stay flee
These new niggas lit, but they just ain't me, nah
I skrrt through it like I'm
greasy
If I'm wasting ya time bitch leave me
Smoke hella dope just to ease me
Im high asf boy I'm wea da bees be
In my own lane like mike Beasley
Need
sweet)[00:26.11]We don't on hoop,We run and shoot[00:29.21]Like fuck defense[00:32.34]My niggas rob, My niggas loot[00:35.89]That's just that street shit[00:39.10]Now
the vibes
Imma make it look easy, please believe me
I'm still balling with the braids like I'm Michael Beasley
Bitch I jump right on the track where I'm
a palace is cost me a lot
I let it rock like i'm Weezy, work with the left like i'm Beasley
I don't get mad that's beneath me
Wonder while I watch the Knicks
Bonded by ice
If it melts I'll die
Alright fine I'm filled with life
That flatlines the final line
So rise before it's time
The right device beside
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