Beams
What we talkin bout
Real shit or we talking bout rhymes?
Are our days really numbered?
What number am I?
Cuz I kind've don't mind
If you skip me in line
I ain't get enough food yet
I need more time
Just started living right now
Pardon me, a part of me is healing right now
You feel me? or Nah
You wit me? or not
Can't keep holding up the train doors
I'll leave you at the stop
Motion
Goals look pretty like my aunt was
Bring something to the table like a pot luck
I send a shot to you outta respect
Real niggas respect real vigilance to the death
The stage been set
Demands ain't met
Whose mans is this?
And I'm just trying to find my peace of mind
Who's mans is you?
Who's mans is you?
I wash away my fears
With a bottle or two
And I'm just trying to keep my head held high
Who's mans is you?
I said who's mans is you? (who's mans is you)
I let my feelings burn
With a drug or two
A drug or two
Drug or two...
Ain't nothin like confession
When It's feeling like a bowling ball that's sitting on my motherfucking chest
The world try to press me
I'm doing my best
In the lab like Dex
On the ave type vexed
It's too messy
I'm waiting on the next day
Tell me how the real doesn't resonate
The loudest message in the room doesn't get a say
And then a new news cycle to wash the mess away
Hear me out now, you've gotta hear me out now
It's imperative we share it unannounced now
Can't wait for them to carry out their foul sound
The antidote is in the session, gotta bounce down...
The stage been set
Demands ain't met
Tell me, whose mans is this?
And I'm just trying to find my peace of mind
Who's mans is you?
Who's mans is you?
I wash away my fears
With a bottle or two
And I'm just trying to keep my head held high
Who's mans is you?
I said who's mans is you? (who's mans is you)
I let my feelings burn
With a drug or two
A drug or two
Drug or two...
Uhh
Every verse is where the bodies are buried
I find it hard to not kill a nigga plotting his burial
Live from the era
You screaming Hi from the merry-go-round
You'd prolly follow anyone
We made a mountain out of mole hill
And may it pay like it weigh like 4 mil...
Remain focused, but not low
And may the lord have mercy on our soul
BEAMS
BEAMS is a call to action
BEAMS is a mantra have it...
Real shit or we talking bout rhymes?
Are our days really numbered?
What number am I?
Cuz I kind've don't mind
If you skip me in line
I ain't get enough food yet
I need more time
Just started living right now
Pardon me, a part of me is healing right now
You feel me? or Nah
You wit me? or not
Can't keep holding up the train doors
I'll leave you at the stop
Motion
Goals look pretty like my aunt was
Bring something to the table like a pot luck
I send a shot to you outta respect
Real niggas respect real vigilance to the death
The stage been set
Demands ain't met
Whose mans is this?
And I'm just trying to find my peace of mind
Who's mans is you?
Who's mans is you?
I wash away my fears
With a bottle or two
And I'm just trying to keep my head held high
Who's mans is you?
I said who's mans is you? (who's mans is you)
I let my feelings burn
With a drug or two
A drug or two
Drug or two...
Ain't nothin like confession
When It's feeling like a bowling ball that's sitting on my motherfucking chest
The world try to press me
I'm doing my best
In the lab like Dex
On the ave type vexed
It's too messy
I'm waiting on the next day
Tell me how the real doesn't resonate
The loudest message in the room doesn't get a say
And then a new news cycle to wash the mess away
Hear me out now, you've gotta hear me out now
It's imperative we share it unannounced now
Can't wait for them to carry out their foul sound
The antidote is in the session, gotta bounce down...
The stage been set
Demands ain't met
Tell me, whose mans is this?
And I'm just trying to find my peace of mind
Who's mans is you?
Who's mans is you?
I wash away my fears
With a bottle or two
And I'm just trying to keep my head held high
Who's mans is you?
I said who's mans is you? (who's mans is you)
I let my feelings burn
With a drug or two
A drug or two
Drug or two...
Uhh
Every verse is where the bodies are buried
I find it hard to not kill a nigga plotting his burial
Live from the era
You screaming Hi from the merry-go-round
You'd prolly follow anyone
We made a mountain out of mole hill
And may it pay like it weigh like 4 mil...
Remain focused, but not low
And may the lord have mercy on our soul
BEAMS
BEAMS is a call to action
BEAMS is a mantra have it...
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Writer(s): Mean Joe Scheme X Optiks
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