DA BEAM

Get the fuck off of my dick hoe
Niggas love kicking that dirt on my name
Till my Brodie come thru with that kick door
Michael strahan with the stick
They way they equipped
to get up in that blitz mode
Get low
Please get the fuck out the way
Cause you might get yo shit blown
Shipped home
Rob Downey with the heat

Line em in the beam
Let it bang on em
Line that boy up in the beam
Let it bang on em
Line that boy up in the beam
Let it bang on em
Let it bang

Aye

Bang in this bitch
Aang with the aim when he angle the stick
It’s Dangerous flip
Choppa leave you wet
Like impediments
came with a lisp
Wilt Chamberlain
Hunnid on yo brain get you clipped

Steel stainless
Shirt stained up
More Angels

Stand on that shit
No switch
Don’t change up

Aggression
A biproduct
Of where i came from

Protection
Is why most of us
Got it raised up

cuzzo gon roll
Holstered the Pole
Said drop the pin
He set to patrol
.762’s
almost ready to Go
itching to do it
He begging to blow

Pume pume,
watch as the beam hop out the ray gun
Loose screws,
Nigga a demon
He don’t play much

Watch what you say,
Cause my folk love to war
They screaming outside on the porch

Get the fuck off of my dick hoe
Niggas love kicking that dirt on my name
Till my Brodie come thru with that kick door
Michael strahan with the stick
They way they equipped
to get up in that blitz mode
Get low
Please get the fuck out the way
Cause you might get yo shit blown
Shipped home
Rob Downey with the heat

Line em in the beam
Let it bang on em
Line that boy up in the beam
Let it bang on em
Line that boy up in the beam
Let it bang on em
Let it bang

beam on the sig like I’m scanning for barcodes
Putting bullet holes through his car door
Wipe the snub nose like it caught colds
It’s only so much you could call close
Put em in the beam
Pussy ain’t living up to his imagery
Look him timid, he getting finicky
His guardian angel gone wanna intervene
Ya energy offending me
This new stick got a Hair-trigger like Sampson
My new wrist got red in it like Sanford
I blew chips when i got hot on a challenger
But the whip so cold i could balance it
Bound to pull the tech on em if he out of bounds
Ima do it for respect Then i’m bout to bounce
If i yet get back bitch get out the crowd
In the realest nigga out nigga pound for pound

I know that you resent me

For everything I did
And all the times you cried

I did apologize
But
Anger wont fade

spark inside yo iris
Finally died

Whyyyyyy

Did you give me all you have

Knowing this won’t even last

Cause
These 4 walls
Feel like
prison cells

Served your time
And now you’re finally free