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Beef

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

this*
I look death in the eye and won't blink, I can't escape it
All I'm thinking of is revenge, I can't erase it
Move my daughter's way down south,

an uber, these bitches so boujee they told me "make sure issa benz"
I don't gotta finish the story, by now u should know how it ends
I brought her Celine

threw(Explicit-Edit) tissue
only revenge in my eye is the vision to fly
 threw dimensions these (Explicit-Edit) 

Vital

moma told me make it out these streets alive

bout to dip
We like to fuck on some rabbit shit
Hit the front door, cash quick pass
Never wait in line no time for that
See a fine ting slide by
Fat ass

losing focus of the times
By myself going under but I gotta remind
That I’m in this world not of it, gives me peace of mind
Gives me peace of mind
When my

on my feet
I hit these hoes by twos and threes
We getting paid come work for me
Don't speak on the gang
Like scotty too hottie them lil niggas Catching

debilitating stances defiant of scourge
Society yawning as silence passes by to answer a mass call

Try to type and Skype a violent virus by mind's design

with Christ by my side and I'm catching these bars
Trust me I ain't no stresser
Why would I ever be stressing when I got Jesus inside
I know you know we

feelings
Made me feel some type of way
Catching those feelings like dogs catching frisbees
People got too much to say
All of this food on my plate i'm not

If I'm getting armed up, you're catching it palms up
Chrome squeezing's an orgy, niggas is all fucked

I'm from the gutter, I'm well aware

and those memories yeah i know they shattered 
I could see right through them each one's been captured 
By the eyes that iv'e gathered i know what you after

falling from my eyes as I'm running through the mud
I be asking God for help but sometimes ain't nobody listening

And I be hella fucking stuck man, what

me bigga
Never been the type to worry about another nigga
Stay focus on my grind till I shine bright nigga
Money on my mind got no time for catching

often
Soon I'll be inside the coffin
Without any other songs that aren't about me being hurt
Thought by now I'd probably finally have recognized my worth

out your bluff
I used to let things get by I was mostly high
All my life running in disguise
Tryna get by you think this shit was easy
Most you niggas

he formulated ah plan
To perfect his craft and become the man
Doing dirt in the hood trying to stack some change
Homies catching bids had to flip his

part (ayy)
I just wanna give you kisses (kisses)
On the lips, man I'm catching all these feelings (all these feelings)
Bitch you got me calling Keisha

3 Victims

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Chorus
3 Victims (3 Victims) 3 Victims (3 Victims) 3 Victims

they traced our family line
back to the beginning of time then they manufacture swine
consumer design
a new arm a new eye for all of us to try
but

flying around the ceiling, been appealing to his eyes, he's tired of catching digits
Minutes pass, and niggas be showing snippets, the answers

kept looking over his shoulders
As he noticed
A fog emerging
Followed by wicked sounds dispersing
Appearing so sudden, a pair of blue eyes
Stay hidden

ha ha ha ha
Hello hello hello
Hi
I'm the kind of person you'll be wanting by your side
I'm a world class performer soon to headline everywhere
I'm

eyes from my chain
Until I got enough money to last until my grave
If I gotta cut some couple that's a change that I'll make
If I have to roll my dice

I ain't trynna objectify you
But I dam sure ain't trynna be lectured by you
Got snakes in her head might petrify ya
Wait let me run the metrics by