No Beam
Back then
I had to go and be the runner
I didnt get no sleep
I had a 223
Big switch no beam
Man im hoping I die in the tropics
I hope when my soul starts to leaving my body
My niggas is blowing exotic
Pressure from heaven aint no doubt about it
Still do it for the man
That be working his ass
Working the wrench when the shit gets slammed
Smoking that gas
Still stretching that gram
Oh them niggas dont know when you down to your last
Gotta kick doors
I dont need enemies
Gotta get yours
I was down on the ladder
Fucking piss poor
I was bagging and tagging em from the fifth floor
Had em geeking like Urkel
No Carl Winslow down
Air numbing my face
Two days rolling im in tip top shape
Had a lot to gain
Nigga pump your brakes
I found God in the wrong place
Relocate
They put dirt on the God sent
Me no take
I bled black on they concious
Emo phase
I lost God with the options
So me no pray
But found a whole lotta options
When heard them say its no brain
Had to go and be the runner
I didnt get no sleep
I had a 223
Big clip no beam
Man im hoping I die in the tropics
I hope when my soul starts to leaving my body
My niggas is blowing exotic
Pressure from heaven aint no doubt about it
Man im jumping on the beat with the 543
I dont get no sleep
They dont fuck with me
But I already see
Whos on top
Thats already me
Bang bang bang
With nine millimeter
Taker her ass out with the visa
Hit it then im gone like a cheetah
Celebrate with the niggas Cohiba
You gone ride this wave
Better count your days
When I blow this haze
And its time to get paid
Time to go raid
Dont catch this fade
Nigga been around for a minute
Im still out here trynna make a living
Big clip no beam
Standing on business
Staying on the cut like a villian
Chopper like a fein blood spillin
I just left the scene I wax drilling
With the whole team no feelings
On another level cant socialize
All the haters stuck like poltergeist
Took another pill cant close my eyes
Heat up the rig
Bring out the live
Call up the hoes
Baby then you rewind it
Man I said I had to go and be the runner
I didnt get no sleep
Had a 223
Big switch no beam
Man im hoping I die in the tropics
I hope when my soul starts to leaving my body
My niggas is blowing exotic
Pressure from heaven aint no doubt about it
I had to go and be the runner
I didnt get no sleep
I had a 223
Big switch no beam
Man im hoping I die in the tropics
I hope when my soul starts to leaving my body
My niggas is blowing exotic
Pressure from heaven aint no doubt about it
Still do it for the man
That be working his ass
Working the wrench when the shit gets slammed
Smoking that gas
Still stretching that gram
Oh them niggas dont know when you down to your last
Gotta kick doors
I dont need enemies
Gotta get yours
I was down on the ladder
Fucking piss poor
I was bagging and tagging em from the fifth floor
Had em geeking like Urkel
No Carl Winslow down
Air numbing my face
Two days rolling im in tip top shape
Had a lot to gain
Nigga pump your brakes
I found God in the wrong place
Relocate
They put dirt on the God sent
Me no take
I bled black on they concious
Emo phase
I lost God with the options
So me no pray
But found a whole lotta options
When heard them say its no brain
Had to go and be the runner
I didnt get no sleep
I had a 223
Big clip no beam
Man im hoping I die in the tropics
I hope when my soul starts to leaving my body
My niggas is blowing exotic
Pressure from heaven aint no doubt about it
Man im jumping on the beat with the 543
I dont get no sleep
They dont fuck with me
But I already see
Whos on top
Thats already me
Bang bang bang
With nine millimeter
Taker her ass out with the visa
Hit it then im gone like a cheetah
Celebrate with the niggas Cohiba
You gone ride this wave
Better count your days
When I blow this haze
And its time to get paid
Time to go raid
Dont catch this fade
Nigga been around for a minute
Im still out here trynna make a living
Big clip no beam
Standing on business
Staying on the cut like a villian
Chopper like a fein blood spillin
I just left the scene I wax drilling
With the whole team no feelings
On another level cant socialize
All the haters stuck like poltergeist
Took another pill cant close my eyes
Heat up the rig
Bring out the live
Call up the hoes
Baby then you rewind it
Man I said I had to go and be the runner
I didnt get no sleep
Had a 223
Big switch no beam
Man im hoping I die in the tropics
I hope when my soul starts to leaving my body
My niggas is blowing exotic
Pressure from heaven aint no doubt about it
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Writer(s): Manuel Perez
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