Too Much Beef

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Niggas wanting all this beef
And I'm gonna roast
Yeah they gettin close
I don't fuck with these bitches cuz they do the most
I be coast to coast
And I ain't fuccin with no niggas unless they folk
And I be in New York
Niggas wanting all this beef
And I'm gonna roast
Yeah they gettin close
I don't fuck with these bitches cuz they do the most
I be coast to coast
And I ain't fuccin with no niggas unless they folk
And I be in New York

I don't care I don't gotta fix my hair
All I gotta do is getta ski mask
And just finish the task
I'm not drinking out no flask
'Cuz I almost died of an overdose
On the west side of Chicago
Where I was tryna hide
I was in the alley and I almost died
I was suffering so bad I almost cried
I was All In Chicago where it get gritty
Niggas totin' all them blickys
And it get sticky
They'll Put 'em em your face
But muthafucka I got mace
Spray a hater and put 'em in their place
Then I pray to Santa Muerte
When I say my grace
In Chicago it's all about race
And I don't got my ass out in no lace
Them funky hoes was so disrespectful
I almost caught another case
And I don't want a taste
Of Chicago Prison
So shut up and listen
Cuz they snakes and they hissin
And they always come up missin'

Niggas wanting all this beef
And I'm gonna roast
Yeah they gettin close
I don't fuck with these bitches cuz they do the most
I be coast to coast
And I ain't fuccin with no niggas unless they folk
And I be in New York
Niggas wanting all this beef
And I'm gonna roast
Yeah they gettin close
I don't fuck with these bitches cuz they do the most
I be coast to coast
And I ain't fuccin with no niggas unless they folk
And I be in New York

I don't be sitting around eating pork
When I was in the hole
I had to use a spork
I used to eat steak and lobster with a Fork
As a young teen I got expelled
The principal sent me straight to hell
But I wouldn't tell
I was already on the corner
By the time they rang the bell
I was already hustlin I was tryna make a sell
Years later they put me in a cell
I was so mad I couldn't graduate
Them muthafuckas just had to hate
And I'm not a dummy
I leave you lookin' like a mummy
Because I'm still smart, just read my art
I got a heart, me and my dad apart
He went in the sky
And I ain't ask him why
And I can't even lie
And I ain't being shy
But I be in the Chi
Still gettin' fly
The streets dry
I just keep gettin' high
Next time you see me nigga
Look me in my eye
Those nosy motherfuckas
Still tryna pry

Niggas wanting all this beef
And I'm gonna roast
Yeah they gettin close
I don't fuck with these bitches cuz they do the most
I be coast to coast
And I ain't fuccin with no niggas unless they folk
And I be in New York
Niggas wanting all this beef
And I'm gonna roast
Yeah they gettin close
I don't fuck with these bitches cuz they do the most
I be coast to coast
And I ain't fuccin with no niggas unless they folk
And I be in New York

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