BEAM
Yeah my flow is so different
I might roll another wood while I kick it in the kitchen
You ain't nothing like me yeah you're my opposition
Did I really sell you topshelf? Can you tell the difference?
How am I still alive? I'm almost 16
Servin' packs like the Grinch
House to house like it's Halloween
Smokin' dope I'm smokin' weed
You my cat go catch that beam
(Bitch)
My baby that be the G17
I just wanna see all the bullets goin' in your spleen
I ain't psychotic not by any means
But the tooly really remove all my enemies
When it's in your face kachow like McQueen
You better have them shoes tied get ready to run from me
I'm on the block surrounded by drug fiends
When I go home I'm in the suburbs yeah my life so clean
I ain't cappin' on this song you know I really live this
Y'all actin' like this was a choice bitch I'm tryna get rich
Don't come to me talkin' 'bout them devils
I ain't religious at all send my ass to hell
Yeah my flow is so different
I might roll another wood while I kick it in the kitchen
You ain't nothing like me yeah you're my opposition
Did I really sell you topshelf? Can you tell the difference?
How am I still alive? I'm almost 16
Servin' packs like the Grinch
House to house like it's Halloween
Smokin' dope I'm smokin' weed
You my cat go catch that beam
(Bitch)
My baby that be the G17
I just wanna see all the bullets goin' in your spleen
I ain't psychotic not by any means
But the tooly really remove all my enemies
I might roll another wood while I kick it in the kitchen
You ain't nothing like me yeah you're my opposition
Did I really sell you topshelf? Can you tell the difference?
How am I still alive? I'm almost 16
Servin' packs like the Grinch
House to house like it's Halloween
Smokin' dope I'm smokin' weed
You my cat go catch that beam
(Bitch)
My baby that be the G17
I just wanna see all the bullets goin' in your spleen
I ain't psychotic not by any means
But the tooly really remove all my enemies
When it's in your face kachow like McQueen
You better have them shoes tied get ready to run from me
I'm on the block surrounded by drug fiends
When I go home I'm in the suburbs yeah my life so clean
I ain't cappin' on this song you know I really live this
Y'all actin' like this was a choice bitch I'm tryna get rich
Don't come to me talkin' 'bout them devils
I ain't religious at all send my ass to hell
Yeah my flow is so different
I might roll another wood while I kick it in the kitchen
You ain't nothing like me yeah you're my opposition
Did I really sell you topshelf? Can you tell the difference?
How am I still alive? I'm almost 16
Servin' packs like the Grinch
House to house like it's Halloween
Smokin' dope I'm smokin' weed
You my cat go catch that beam
(Bitch)
My baby that be the G17
I just wanna see all the bullets goin' in your spleen
I ain't psychotic not by any means
But the tooly really remove all my enemies
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