I Love the Beat
First things first trama
Gotta kill em with the verse Ima Ima hit em where it hurts Mama mama told me praise Jesus and curse allah but Instead I praise the most high My first dolla I ever earned Became a church dolla
I gave it to the preacher who Gave me a verse said Ima
Burn in hell if I don't but Ima
Burn in hell in hell if I do Trama but thats just me I just Gotta speak the truth comma
They lies expose with the proof Huh ma let me calm down Whoosa and goosfaba
I put the Bomb down ima bout to prove Ima im the truth pops passed
Don't need a new father
Cause he passed me the will to Never lose tie my shoes bruh
Yall could never fit cause i spit Like a coobra cobra high
When I'm sober fly to the top like a Soda I'm cold and pops Anybody Tryna hold em
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Look who just came out his Coma no bruh aint nobody Turn the damn stove up It's Trama in a roaster not that Damn lambo Im cooking in a Toaster aroma hotter than a Prostitutes chocha this is not Revival this is what I'm Supposta do
Kill them niggas While my gun is in holster
Most of yall aint never heard Trama but don't look so Surprised
I been a fucking Problem I been where you Going I been causing drama
I been on the streets tryna eat For a dolla so I let yall pretend
For a minute that you hotter
But my flow cool you off man I Hit you with that water hit you In the bladder make you Cinderella Knock you out ya Shoes make your girl scream
And holla I know i should be Good but I got to be better
I ruffee the game till it unravels Like a Cosby sweater
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
I ride the beat like ciara
The chorus is my Parents
Always says the same shit Repeats like a parrot I share it
With my peeps in the streets Like its marriage
It's apparent Missed the part about the Streets
Tryna tear us from the Beat while we beat by the cops On the beat
And the justice ain't Real it's the justice league
But we not superheros man we Just like to feed On the low Bullshit that's hanging from The tree and I know who will Listen don't know when to Peak it's my turn on the Turntable in the beat a wand You just my learn something
Only we could breath but the Choke hold tighter that the NYPD I been wise I read
But within lies the beat cause My heart and my soul is the Street I believe in my peeps And When rise and feast on that old Shit the guns without no clip
Then listen the beat is the one Who has chosen
Hey yo trama man you gotta Stop that shit you giving them Hell right now Man
It's too hot But I love that shit you can Keep going lets go
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Gotta kill em with the verse Ima Ima hit em where it hurts Mama mama told me praise Jesus and curse allah but Instead I praise the most high My first dolla I ever earned Became a church dolla
I gave it to the preacher who Gave me a verse said Ima
Burn in hell if I don't but Ima
Burn in hell in hell if I do Trama but thats just me I just Gotta speak the truth comma
They lies expose with the proof Huh ma let me calm down Whoosa and goosfaba
I put the Bomb down ima bout to prove Ima im the truth pops passed
Don't need a new father
Cause he passed me the will to Never lose tie my shoes bruh
Yall could never fit cause i spit Like a coobra cobra high
When I'm sober fly to the top like a Soda I'm cold and pops Anybody Tryna hold em
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Look who just came out his Coma no bruh aint nobody Turn the damn stove up It's Trama in a roaster not that Damn lambo Im cooking in a Toaster aroma hotter than a Prostitutes chocha this is not Revival this is what I'm Supposta do
Kill them niggas While my gun is in holster
Most of yall aint never heard Trama but don't look so Surprised
I been a fucking Problem I been where you Going I been causing drama
I been on the streets tryna eat For a dolla so I let yall pretend
For a minute that you hotter
But my flow cool you off man I Hit you with that water hit you In the bladder make you Cinderella Knock you out ya Shoes make your girl scream
And holla I know i should be Good but I got to be better
I ruffee the game till it unravels Like a Cosby sweater
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
I ride the beat like ciara
The chorus is my Parents
Always says the same shit Repeats like a parrot I share it
With my peeps in the streets Like its marriage
It's apparent Missed the part about the Streets
Tryna tear us from the Beat while we beat by the cops On the beat
And the justice ain't Real it's the justice league
But we not superheros man we Just like to feed On the low Bullshit that's hanging from The tree and I know who will Listen don't know when to Peak it's my turn on the Turntable in the beat a wand You just my learn something
Only we could breath but the Choke hold tighter that the NYPD I been wise I read
But within lies the beat cause My heart and my soul is the Street I believe in my peeps And When rise and feast on that old Shit the guns without no clip
Then listen the beat is the one Who has chosen
Hey yo trama man you gotta Stop that shit you giving them Hell right now Man
It's too hot But I love that shit you can Keep going lets go
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
I live for this shit
I ride for the streets
I die for my bitch
I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
Ha I love the beat
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Writer(s): Thelonious Carter
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