Lyrics:
like It's chemistry
Beast on the east mode
Yeah Imma do a 247
Like it's beast mode
Running like a TD
They don't even know
Coming with the vibe repping
just like King Kong
Get that work I bounce it back just like a fucking ping pong
Yeah, we ain't up so we gon stay down
Two-two-three green tips in ARP no
a couple of slugs in ya back
Rappers y'all, runnin around like I won't gun ya down
Last nigga that fronted, two shots spun him around
Lord, accept this
Yeah, it's been a long time did you miss me?
Day 2, 2016 was one of the most
Difficult years of my life
But it's about how you bounce back
I just
(Ohhh, Ouhhhhh, it's like that)
[[Verse Two]]
It ain't another nigga that can play how I play,
who else can take a longer hiatus than Sade,
come back
can't live without
Been around since '97, I've been ripping it down
Spit track after track after 'Beast From the East'
I'm back before Lil' Weezy knew
own enemies
his baby mama with him in a short skirt
his last ride was in a car, i mean a black hearse
his friend took his life for the mighty dollar
ordained we call him brother minister
Wont start nothing but dont think he wont finish ya
Injury ya leave you identified by your dentals
But still speak
'er (yeah yeah)
Let her get it, if shes back in two
Button up with a snapping clue (that's right)
Young nigga with a chest full of tats
Get back fore' I kick
my seed of living ideas
Last two letters flipped from the BEAST Coast
Could've been swallowed alive by the 359
Luckily found my roots in myself
All I
you
All these niggas pussy, man, I swear I don't really like that
Six by two, 21, it's Glock, I push him right back
Walkin' down the street with my
BEAST BABY STOP PLAYING
Use to be hella backwards Now I'm wise to the plan
Use to fuck before the fee Now I'm bleeding em at the door
This pimpin real
it? wait till when I'm mad
Michael Jack called, wants his style back, says I'm bad
I'm gonna keep murdering
All the beats, meddling
With the bars,
stab me in the back
Bitch fuck you and fuck all that paper too
If you got my loyalty I wouldn't even go for two
But it's cool now that I got
You owe shit you ain’t balling
My pro-tip quit falling
But that hoe shit I fucks with
Want more shit get scoring
Lay it up you better run it back
You
one false move ya get shot
Catch me slippin', going with a smile like I'm Pac
Just want a bone, I'm a dog, nah I'm a beast
'Cause when I drop this
Father
Glock hot, crock pot on the block with a chef
Out of bounds on the grounds with a hole in your chest
Invest in back in feedback, gorilla the west
They say the blade work nice
I slice the Reaper like the beaker (uh)
Inhale thick smoke, the needle broke
Unload the number 2 mag
With evil quotes,
Back call him rasta
23 on his back put that boy on a roster
Rock out with my glizzy like I was a rockstar
XD 45 make a Spanish nigga salsa
These AKs gon
him
Into did miss the minis of
Rhymin' sublime as my pen is
My diction to likin' to
Benjamin's mission to get it by all
Means I'm all men like
Him is
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
Cause them the same niggas that I used to pay the bills with
Look inside of my soul you'll find a note sheet where the truth split
Into one, facts and two
We the motherfuckin' best
You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise
You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high
Do it, do it, I'ma
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