Waygu Beef

Everyday in my hood
Someone getting bodied
That's why I got more guns
Then the strips of Benghazi
Young gunner in the trap
Give the pack to runner
He bring back wit
A rack
That's a daily deposit
And I got a list of killers
From Cubans to Saudis
Chop the nose off the 12
Now that's a sawed off Saudi
You bit the hand that feeds
So I don't have to say Saudi
I like my women wrapped I gold
Like an aribrian mommy
80s baby ima king
Persian silk in all my sheets
Italian leather on my seats
I Don't wish I just defeat
I got goals instead of dreams
Never ever will retreat
Untill My baby's baby's baby's baby's
Gonna eat

I Hit the paint running
Get outta way
Another brother dies
For stepping outta his lane
Another mother cries
Wishing for a change
And all he had do
Was say outta the game
I don't make make wishes
I only make moves
And I ain't friends with rappers
I only see food
Hunting time like Elmerfud
But This ain't cartoon
It's real life for ten bands
They'll leave gutted an blue
Snakes in the grass but let me ask
What's a pit to a poodle
I know goons that will pull
Up with the kitten caboodle
They'll leave your whole squad
Searching
Like they surfing on google
Got em Working over time
Cause my hustle's on brutal
Savage in the paint
I'm randy with the moves
I got pawns in the game
And miss Elizabeth too
You rookies bound to catch a knight
When I scream hulawho
And if you castle mate a king
Your queens getting the crew
And My queens an out law
A gambit in the game
Im Benny watts with Harry's chick
Getting head swithcing lanes
In a 56 bell air the one with the flames
Copped the coup Chopped roof
I'm Getting all types of brain



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Writer(s): Frank Rodriguez
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