Beat Box (RahMix)

Ay
What you doin?!
Lemme get my shit off bro
I ain't never spoke on this
Talk your shit then

Ay if he talking hard then you know that man soft
Walked down on him, pussy nigga ran off
He ain't even have the heart to face me for a stand-off
Thought he was a bully like Boogie til he met Randolph, ay
Middle school I was wearing G Unit Reeboks
High school, started playing with them G locks
I know some Pirus, I'm talking cedar block
I'm talking lime hood, fruit town, tree top
Touched down in Brooklyn on Franklin Ave near the C stop
Moved up Fulton to Utica, that's bout 3 stops
Chauncity you know how we rock
Don't come thru without muscle they'll cut you like you rerock
Whole lotta spit when she giving me top
Sloppy and loud with it sound like she tryna beatbox
Hold her breath like Dr. Dre fans waiting for detox
Then she spread it open like a peacock
Look ay we still sliding through, spinning back
Pull up on any opp block like where niggas at
Had to jump me cuz one on one I was making niggas nap
Now I got this big ass 40 on me who finna scrap
Any bad thought you got about me, get rid of that
Cuz I always did my part you know that is a fact
When it was your turn you act like you ain't remember that (Imma remember that)
Ain't no forgetting that, ain't no forgiving that
Wait let's get into that, the disrespect
You the one who really caused the disconnect
Ironic I paid your phone, cable and internet
Now you playing victim, insulting my intellect
I put roofs over heads, food on tables too
Clothes on backs when you wasn't able to
You don't even know all the sacrifices I made for you
Now it's fuck your life, take that to the grave with you bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Chilcott
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