Beef With Me
[Verse]
To all these rappers having to pop xanny to be relevant
All I do is make upon my sick shit, and place banishment
Masked master, of mass massacres back and blasting shit
Ugly with flows, but you'll drop dead
When you hear the bars I spit
Two hogs, against a fat god of rhyme morals
I dig in, and pig out, you'll need a army to starve me
I'm 10 feet above the ground when I walk light, and seep
I'm something you have to get used to
Like ya foot went to sleep
Putting me away is dirty laundry, I won't get clean
The schools, consider me a basket case
With lines of a snow fiend
Mind is scrambled, when I enter, your house
I eggs it, my flow similar then brats staying home
When they know they ain't sick
I'm known harness a skill, in and out the stu' like a accordian
According to the Forbes list
To me these rappers are fucking boring
Plead the fifth, I hold the 5, get 5 back, from the weed supply
Reach the vine, I see in between lines you spitting like dollar signs
You rappers something the game don't need
Like some added plastic lips
And I'm over heads of most n***as
Like a border jumping Mexican
It's best stop wearing vest 'fore the bullet ya chest again
The karma on the corner, when I don't have my opponent
Too miss, I'm hard to hold in with bars like a gut fill of piss
All day through to tomorrow
N***as get high like Kilimanjaro
But I'll be damned if I don't make dinero
To afford a car, and sword to slice you until no bones is on you
On top, freestyling like a sombrero
Alone as I spit, car note, I note you too sorrow
The peace I borrow, but don't make peace
I make with peace, no hippie shot though
Dark with bars like a all black wardrobe
Wear the shit a lot, all black, is my code bro
I'm the shadow that white folks run from
The antihero with no soul, just bars galore
[Hook]
Now beef with me
No n***a has the balls
N***a beef with me
You ain't got the price to ball [x2]
To all these rappers having to pop xanny to be relevant
All I do is make upon my sick shit, and place banishment
Masked master, of mass massacres back and blasting shit
Ugly with flows, but you'll drop dead
When you hear the bars I spit
Two hogs, against a fat god of rhyme morals
I dig in, and pig out, you'll need a army to starve me
I'm 10 feet above the ground when I walk light, and seep
I'm something you have to get used to
Like ya foot went to sleep
Putting me away is dirty laundry, I won't get clean
The schools, consider me a basket case
With lines of a snow fiend
Mind is scrambled, when I enter, your house
I eggs it, my flow similar then brats staying home
When they know they ain't sick
I'm known harness a skill, in and out the stu' like a accordian
According to the Forbes list
To me these rappers are fucking boring
Plead the fifth, I hold the 5, get 5 back, from the weed supply
Reach the vine, I see in between lines you spitting like dollar signs
You rappers something the game don't need
Like some added plastic lips
And I'm over heads of most n***as
Like a border jumping Mexican
It's best stop wearing vest 'fore the bullet ya chest again
The karma on the corner, when I don't have my opponent
Too miss, I'm hard to hold in with bars like a gut fill of piss
All day through to tomorrow
N***as get high like Kilimanjaro
But I'll be damned if I don't make dinero
To afford a car, and sword to slice you until no bones is on you
On top, freestyling like a sombrero
Alone as I spit, car note, I note you too sorrow
The peace I borrow, but don't make peace
I make with peace, no hippie shot though
Dark with bars like a all black wardrobe
Wear the shit a lot, all black, is my code bro
I'm the shadow that white folks run from
The antihero with no soul, just bars galore
[Hook]
Now beef with me
No n***a has the balls
N***a beef with me
You ain't got the price to ball [x2]