Beast Coast feat. Joey Bada$$, Flatbush Zombies, Nyck Caution, Erick the Architect, Meechy Darko & AKTHESAVIOR -
Escape From New York
Puke (feat. Nyck Caution, Erick The Architect, Meechy Darko & AKTHESAVIOR)
Yeah
Broke a day
I used to be broke and sin
A bad kid by the age of 10
Nowadays I don't pretend (Shh)
Circle real tight, and I don't trust broken men
Thought that you was solid, but it won't cement
Cut ties with those guys, haven't spoke to them (Yeah)
Y'all tried to play me like a fool, but the joke's on them
What you mean you squeamish, just a monster, entendres
A league competin' where no team could beat us
I cut them ties, 'cause I need to see us
I earned my stripes, like I need Adidas
In the Beamer with the ceilin', we don't need the rear
Beast Coast, ball hard, we don't need the deal
I am no Bogart and so neither was you
Better watch how you talk, boy, I will say action
Four pound blasting
I grew up a fuckin' screw up
You sick, I'm lit
Whole world been on acid since I blew up
Climbed up, counting the loot up
You losers are just too much, I moved up
And do not need new love
My lifestyle, in turned by my left style
The best style, since that nigga from Bed-Stuy
Watch me walk in that crowd, flezuz christ in a flinch
Hope these mosh pits lead to some implausible events
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
Pearly gates, he's on the fence (Oh)
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
The Pearly gates (Oh), on the fence
AK Young Majesty
Think you're immortal? Come face the fatality
Hop out the portal like Morty
I take the last shot like I'm Horry
Head wrapped like you Ryu
Don't fuck with the boy
Money my language, don't need no subtitles
I puff 'til I'm idle
Now each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title
Until I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire
Heard them throwing shots again
You bitch niggas lotta gossipping
Big ballin', got a lot to spend
I don't even keep score, bitch I got the win
They need me like oxygen
On me, the whole block depend
Don't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out
Faded off a shot of gin, I'm Pacquiao
I hear the money calling like a pocket-dial (Brr)
Do what I wanna 'cause I'm popping now (Yeah)
Made it this far, ain't no stopping now (Noo)
No more freestyle, gotta cop it now (Yeah)
It goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (Wow)
Let me live, let me live, let me live
I ain't never copping out, I'm just tryna do big dough
Dream big, but I'm still the same kid
Now we shook the champagne
So we cock it out the window
Looking out the window, window
Bitch I'm hella faded trying not to crash the Benzo
Pukin' out the window, window
She says she don't dance
Bet she shake it for these bands though
Can I live a little bit? Ayy (Can I live a little bit?)
Drinkin' a little bit, ayy (Drinkin' a little bit)
Smokin' a little bit, ayy, ayy (Smokin' a little bit)
Can I live a little bit? Ayy (Can I live a little bit?)
Drinkin' a little bit, ayy (Drinkin' a little bit)
Smokin' a little bit. ayy (Smokin' a little bit)
Broke a day
I used to be broke and sin
A bad kid by the age of 10
Nowadays I don't pretend (Shh)
Circle real tight, and I don't trust broken men
Thought that you was solid, but it won't cement
Cut ties with those guys, haven't spoke to them (Yeah)
Y'all tried to play me like a fool, but the joke's on them
What you mean you squeamish, just a monster, entendres
A league competin' where no team could beat us
I cut them ties, 'cause I need to see us
I earned my stripes, like I need Adidas
In the Beamer with the ceilin', we don't need the rear
Beast Coast, ball hard, we don't need the deal
I am no Bogart and so neither was you
Better watch how you talk, boy, I will say action
Four pound blasting
I grew up a fuckin' screw up
You sick, I'm lit
Whole world been on acid since I blew up
Climbed up, counting the loot up
You losers are just too much, I moved up
And do not need new love
My lifestyle, in turned by my left style
The best style, since that nigga from Bed-Stuy
Watch me walk in that crowd, flezuz christ in a flinch
Hope these mosh pits lead to some implausible events
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
Pearly gates, he's on the fence (Oh)
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
The Pearly gates (Oh), on the fence
AK Young Majesty
Think you're immortal? Come face the fatality
Hop out the portal like Morty
I take the last shot like I'm Horry
Head wrapped like you Ryu
Don't fuck with the boy
Money my language, don't need no subtitles
I puff 'til I'm idle
Now each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title
Until I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire
Heard them throwing shots again
You bitch niggas lotta gossipping
Big ballin', got a lot to spend
I don't even keep score, bitch I got the win
They need me like oxygen
On me, the whole block depend
Don't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out
Faded off a shot of gin, I'm Pacquiao
I hear the money calling like a pocket-dial (Brr)
Do what I wanna 'cause I'm popping now (Yeah)
Made it this far, ain't no stopping now (Noo)
No more freestyle, gotta cop it now (Yeah)
It goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (Wow)
Let me live, let me live, let me live
I ain't never copping out, I'm just tryna do big dough
Dream big, but I'm still the same kid
Now we shook the champagne
So we cock it out the window
Looking out the window, window
Bitch I'm hella faded trying not to crash the Benzo
Pukin' out the window, window
She says she don't dance
Bet she shake it for these bands though
Can I live a little bit? Ayy (Can I live a little bit?)
Drinkin' a little bit, ayy (Drinkin' a little bit)
Smokin' a little bit, ayy, ayy (Smokin' a little bit)
Can I live a little bit? Ayy (Can I live a little bit?)
Drinkin' a little bit, ayy (Drinkin' a little bit)
Smokin' a little bit. ayy (Smokin' a little bit)
Credits
Writer(s): Demetri Simms, Erick Elliott, Jesse Cordasco, Virginie Scott Jo-vaughn, Ak
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- Problemz (feat. Erick The Architect, CJ Fly, The Underachievers, Zombie Juice & Nyck Caution)
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- Rubberband
- Distance (feat. Issa Gold & Erick The Architect)
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- Puke (feat. Nyck Caution, Erick The Architect, Meechy Darko & AKTHESAVIOR)
- Desperado (feat. Meechy Darko, Zombie Juice & Kirk Knight)
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