(ft. Papoose & Mysonne)


Is you down for the cause of the floss
The bitches or the paper screaming on new friends 
Surrounded ‘bout a bunch of strangers it’s a damn shame 
Deep in the streets ain’t the same 
Snitches dropping more names thinking sack  their the ass on the game 
Hoping to change, run a rich lot 
But Rocky got shit on the politics and hit hot 
All about who you know to flow 
Dollar signs that you’re lying 
Wishing wit not your lyrics 
Everything from around, left in original 
Just a bunch of trace in the .. 
And most of  these niggas just trash, they brain wash enlighten 
And now they claim to be the nice, sort of realst but I lay the shit 
Correct criminal dope dealer and .. pistol is the pimpin’
Is sort charge depending
I ain’t glorifying to telling the truth, that’s the difference between 
Four gram work for ..in the cleanest 
Ride with the bad blonde bitch think I Serena 
Slay you got the chick gas, you can turn models 
Then they get their bodies, gun just to serve a bottle 
Damn! I ain’t judging though, f*ck they hear 
You say you tune to the realest on the radio, case slay.

Hook:
Niggas got  beef but it can’t be much 
Chill walking though the crowd like I can’t, like I can’t be touched  
I can’t tell, I can’t tell, always beef, always beef
I can’t tell, I can’t tell, 
Talk like you’re getting money, show me something  
But now I ain’t try to front it, y’all owe me nothing 
All you team winnin’ I can’t tell, I can’t tell 
Or you’re eating, oh you’re eating,  I can’t tell, I can’t tell 

And I don’t need just a part 
I creep with the heart from the streets of New York 
I leave some chop, move so many grams had beef with the ..
Gripped the .. I eat with the sharks, 
Speak the truth, do my cheap thief when I cn talk, 
I release all my thesis and thoughts 
I could use the step and scope the rap from the big of your heart 
 Ripped in pieces apart, I was deep from the start 
You do this ‘em from the bros, you’ll be pissin’ them off 
I do this for my kids, nephews, nieces and aunts
Brooklyn nigga joints on my feet when I stuck 
On the A train wearing Gucci links to the Bronx
Hammer in the hoopie had to keep thug along, 
‘cause the flat push nigga roll deep in the heart 
Shooter do the monky bars and swings to the palm 
If you blink you could be the sister the dark.


Hook:
Niggas got beef but it can’t be much 
Chill walking though the crowd like I can’t, like I can’t be touched  
I can’t tell, I can’t tell, always beef, always beef
I can’t tell, I can’t tell, 
Talk like you’re getting money, show me something  
But now I ain’t try to front it, y’all owe me nothing 
All you team winnin’ I can’t tell, I can’t tell 
Or you’re eating, oh you’re eating,  I can’t tell, I can’t tell 

I’m the rap card millow, your fellows is marsh mellow 
Chris ball soft, which walk your pillow, 
Umbrellas, get washed garden, I’m thrilled though 
for real though, I’m guard in my .. 
I’m garden and I .. suckers ain’t welcomed 
I’m from the ex with my name ain’t Malcom 
They say how come I walk everywhere and get loved
And this rappers can’t get the same .. 
They comin’ out through  them chains and things, 
‘cause lames get roll with or without guns, 
See what I’m about sun respect m and kill me, 
Lord in this tag don’t protect me and real me, 
I don’t know his name but I believe in God
On my knees prayin, breathe from the heart
Please let my seas defeat the odds
And never ever see them bars, the real me. 

[Hook:]