[Verse 1: Blu]
Beast mode and its wrong how i delete foes
Beat foes semi-unconscious ponder his deep flows
Each wrote to boggle your conscience as the beat goes on
The beat goes on like a free show
Each blow hit you from the line like a free throw
Each blow hit you like a line of some free coke
Keep coaches fallin in line when the game’s on
Game’s on little drummer boy put the bang on
Same song all night long, 'till the early morn
Early on I was incredibly versed ask my mom
Bitches gassed passed out at prom carry bucket of blood, a real blood from a bomb
Every song
Drops deft sounds at that clown, spread round the app, its caught the actions with their head down
B L heart breaker the females heart maker and detailed dark stranger and I speak well
Eat well, deep shells ready when they ring bells, bring bells with me for cheers, cheap thrills
Be real n***a cypress hill is up the street
Im a ill street n***a I get ill in this street, blood spills on the beat, bust millimeters in heat
Bust splinter into your knee, in the window when it’s ten beneath snow temperature
Or the flow will get into your no
Not getting rid of the pain inflicted into the brain
And its a shame how we rain on you this time I had to bring the whole damn gang on you, game over

[Verse 2: Cashus King]
Fuck havin my G do it to you, Imma shoot you
The way you dudes be fuckin around should be a new position in the Kama Sutra
Knee sutures after mine [?]
Standing in the front like a line cutter
Mind butter margarine
Marchin in like Martin in ‘em
Guard your mass when your ski mask lover sharper than the shards of glass
You ain't did it no credit, charge it cash
Yall knuckers don't make enough dollars to flip
We keep it real in the land of the collagen lips and fake tits
My G get yo grip on and shoot you with the choppy, paparazzi take flicks
I never sold bricks or pulled trees and that bull is, she get your ass wrapped in plastic like them chicks with facelift and fake ass
You ask em who the illest say Cash
They say somebody different they fail they ain't pass
When the god get to testing the sane became mad
The madness all around me
And cash rule everything
So when I [?] leave you relieved I came back G
My G
I put it on a coach like
You ain't checkin for me but I bet I catch your ho’s eye
Funny how a dream can wake your woke side and third eye
I’m seeing everything with my bird eye focused on the plane

[Verse 3]
I busted out the choker with the chains
If you out of focus, sly like a lotus in the rain
Tax celebrity fees you not as woke as what you claim
Patrick Beverly [?] I hope you [?] in the game
Pad and a pen [?] I know just what I’m saying
This is black magic all that hocus pocus shit for [?]
So insane n***a, even the POTUS would enslave
Cus I [?] stil, this muthafuckas know the name

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