Lyrics:
of the beast
Geesh, call me the chief
No ?, got the streets on a leash
The way that I walk it, exactly the way that I talk it
One took a hit and he rest in
them war folk
They laugh at your pain because you're part of the poor folk
They talk a good game they'll talk to a sore throat
Don't fall for that trap
you would switch
Straight out the blue
You always tell me fuck the hate
But that is something that you threw
I done seen it with my view
Never talk
getting way to attached
Judge a book by it's cover that's why it won't last so I'm
Hopping off mars, then I'm drinking by the bars
Getting drunk
getting way to attached
Judge a book by it's cover that's why it won't last so I'm
Hopping off mars, then I'm drinking by the bars
Getting drunk
step to the light to be blinded by the same thing which we could never see
I’m trying to jog your memory, tell me you remember me
We was at the edge
time to waste
You can call me JB by the way these bitches flock
You can call me JB cause I'm that boy on the block
You can get hit with the AR
just, pull out his pistol
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder
Than
the pistol) uh, yeah, now, now looky here
He shoots straight for your heart
(Now, and he won't miss you)
But that's alright y'all won't believe in me anyways
be a rapper
They smiled and looked at me, "okay"
That's a pretty nice dream, but you better get a real job"
"Mmm, no way"
Yeah I live what you
can't see the signs
Your words are getting loud can you just talk to me
Get your head out of the ground cos you can barely see
The way we should've been
the Start couldn't let you go now
Push me to the edge can't control All the feelings in my soul
Really wanna get to know Everything that helped you grow All
Yea. Yea. Lotto
I need some moneyyy. I gotta get it by any way. Let me say one thinggg. If you ain't got it you in the way. I hit the jay just
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
a living by the stove
You need that shit right now
You ain't waiting till you old
If they get in your way
Then they hit
Gotta go
I know sad to say
But soon
outwitted my white one
Every time we fucked it had to feel like a fight
And you couldn’t be wrong, but you couldn’t be right
That’s just the way it was
But
you won't talk me down
As long as you know
That I'm on my own way
But you won't talk me down
'Cause I'm all the way up here now
No, you won't
lot
And other things I'm betting
You forgot
There's a bag in my closet
By the side of the bed
With a note on top
That says don't ever forget
It's full
by
And personally say thank you
You're making me good money i'm
Making you good money
T notices Harley
You're lucky man you got a bad bitch
Oh, that
girl...gotta let me know, what your heart is feelin'
It's the way you look, the way you talk, the way you walk
Gotta be the one you want, after the show baby
turn upside down
Wanna see that smile when I come around
Talk to me boy
Wanna have you
Rock with me
Grip on my ass the way u grip on the glocky
When I
to know your name
Like who are you?
Bitch talk that shit I don't really wanna hear it
Ridin' round the city with a mask like a villain
Bald ass bitch like
to you
I notice the guy that you're talking to
As you talk to that guy
Slowly I Drink
As my time passes by
Slowly I Drink
And I see you look my way but
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