Whos Beat Is This
A lot of niggas prolly ran this hoe
But ion give a damn
You ain't heard somebody like Ke before
So listen with them ears
I came up out that 4
And that 310
I was breaking O's
So I can get my daily bread
Used to rock them dreads
Had them white folk look at me dreadfully
I was moving carefully
But still on that young shit
Niggas like my big bros
Really on that dumb shit
They say why thug you smart
But I was really on that stupid shit
Walk up in the function
Niggas really dweebs
He paid me for the three five
I skimped him for a nickel
He sent his bitch for him to me
Straight up rinse and repeat
I know that wasn't kind of me
But at least I can say
I ain't have to rob no nigga
I could jugg and finesse
I ain't really like the rest
Y'all on checkers I play chess
Always one step ahead
When I pack
Keep one in the head
So I survive instead
I thank Yah He really blessed me
I got a super head
Niggas dead wrong
Telling on they patna
Is he scared
Niggas fold hamburger style
From that pressure on they head
I got bread in the streets eventually had to leave
It wasn't no good to me
Because I couldn't stack it
Felt like them boys was watching me
But they'll never know my secrets
All my secrets they'll never know my secrets
All my secrets they'll never know my secrets
All my secrets they'll never know
A lot of niggas prolly ran this hoe
But ion give a damn
You ain't heard a nigga like me before
So you should give a damn
Ion condone that lifestyle
But imma tell you where I stand
They gon' dap you up
Shake ya hand
But its made of sand
How you dining with some demons and you think its gon end well
How the laws gon' lock ya up
And then smoke ya contraband
When I say this I ain't bragging but
I'm the man
Everything gon' be
In my palm
Like its on demand
If you think bout killing me
You gon' get hit with them shells
Not from no shotty
But from hell
Mane you know what year it is
Why you still got clientele
Better shut the shop down
You know the game is getting stale
I don't know how it'll go down
But I know imma prevail
Cause I put my trust in Jesus like the air that I inhale
Know some folks under the 6
Like they came from Yisrael
Got some boys who claim that 5
But in that box you lay the same way
Keeping it real brings too much pain
I can never show facades
I can never be a slave
Try to keep the righteous way
Imma be this way until Im gray
But ion give a damn
You ain't heard somebody like Ke before
So listen with them ears
I came up out that 4
And that 310
I was breaking O's
So I can get my daily bread
Used to rock them dreads
Had them white folk look at me dreadfully
I was moving carefully
But still on that young shit
Niggas like my big bros
Really on that dumb shit
They say why thug you smart
But I was really on that stupid shit
Walk up in the function
Niggas really dweebs
He paid me for the three five
I skimped him for a nickel
He sent his bitch for him to me
Straight up rinse and repeat
I know that wasn't kind of me
But at least I can say
I ain't have to rob no nigga
I could jugg and finesse
I ain't really like the rest
Y'all on checkers I play chess
Always one step ahead
When I pack
Keep one in the head
So I survive instead
I thank Yah He really blessed me
I got a super head
Niggas dead wrong
Telling on they patna
Is he scared
Niggas fold hamburger style
From that pressure on they head
I got bread in the streets eventually had to leave
It wasn't no good to me
Because I couldn't stack it
Felt like them boys was watching me
But they'll never know my secrets
All my secrets they'll never know my secrets
All my secrets they'll never know my secrets
All my secrets they'll never know
A lot of niggas prolly ran this hoe
But ion give a damn
You ain't heard a nigga like me before
So you should give a damn
Ion condone that lifestyle
But imma tell you where I stand
They gon' dap you up
Shake ya hand
But its made of sand
How you dining with some demons and you think its gon end well
How the laws gon' lock ya up
And then smoke ya contraband
When I say this I ain't bragging but
I'm the man
Everything gon' be
In my palm
Like its on demand
If you think bout killing me
You gon' get hit with them shells
Not from no shotty
But from hell
Mane you know what year it is
Why you still got clientele
Better shut the shop down
You know the game is getting stale
I don't know how it'll go down
But I know imma prevail
Cause I put my trust in Jesus like the air that I inhale
Know some folks under the 6
Like they came from Yisrael
Got some boys who claim that 5
But in that box you lay the same way
Keeping it real brings too much pain
I can never show facades
I can never be a slave
Try to keep the righteous way
Imma be this way until Im gray
Credits
Writer(s): Keoni Meregini
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