Kill the Beat

She like the way I be feelin' it, old school
Let me set you a hoe in the Bronx, goon
Yeah, you know I be killin' it, this beat
Yeah, you know I be killin' it (Hang With The Gang)

Know I got them packs to move (yeah)
My grind here I had to prove (yeah, ayy)
You do what you're told but, nigga (ayy, ayy)
I do what I had to do (yeah, what?)
My vision is absolute (uh-huh, yeah)
20∕20 magnitude (yeah, ayy)
Ya'll want me to kill the beat (yeah, what?)
That's something that I'm 'bout to do (kill 'em, kill 'em)

Know I got them packs to move (yeah, I do)
My grind here I had to prove (uh, I do)
You do what you're told but, nigga (yeah, I do)
I do what I had to do (what? yeah)
Hungry so you have to choose (what? Ayy)
Tell me 'fore we pass the food (ayy, yeah)
Why you give me attitude? (yeah, huh?)
(But ain't nobody mad at you)

You peaked in high school and now you are bummin' it
Knock on the door and I tell her I'm comin' in
Countin' my money and threw in a thumb in it
She throwin' this and I'm puttin' my thumb in it
This ain't McDonald's but you know I'm Lovin' It
She hear my song and her panties be floodin' in
She got the water and I wanna jump in it
New to the game so you see I've been runnin' it

Rap game, yeah, you know that I run that
And I never left, so I can't make a comeback
Yeah, it's your girl, but she always wanna come back
Leavin' my crib and she walkin' with a hunchback
Oh, well, man, I really wanna hop back
After I beat your ass with a crutch head
Ten-foot pole and I really wanna twist that
Take my advice, man, you probably wanna dump that

Know I got them packs to move (yeah, I do)
My grind here I had to prove (uh, I do)
You do what you're told but, nigga
I do what I had to do
My vision is absolute (what? What?)
20∕20 magnitude (what? Yeah)
Ya'll want me to kill the beat (uh, yeah)
That's something that I'm 'bout to do (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Know I got them packs to move (I do)
My grind here I had to prove (what? Yeah)
You do what you're told but, nigga (ayy, ayy)
I do what I had to do (ayy, I do)
Hungry so you have to choose (uh, yeah)
Tell me 'fore we pass the food (yeah, ayy)
Why you give me attitude?
(But ain't nobody mad at you)

Stop, look in my eyes
Always gon' tell me that you are not mad
So what the deal is, you all in your feelin's?
Wherever I'm goin', they get to the bag
You know I'm makin' this money, my business ain't funny
My videos, might have some bads
But that don't mean nothing, you makin' it something
That's not for my fans just to give 'em some gas

Know what it's for, so they keep goin'
So I'm receivin' the love that they showin'
They comin' on pictures, them kisses be blowin'
But always a figure, that's what you be throwin'
But you don't be treatin' me mean or makin' a scene
Whenever I'm willing to eat
You won't be makin' it seem like you not my queen
Whenever I'm killin' the beat (DOPE)



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Writer(s): Brandon Lee Burgess
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