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Beast Coast

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Puke

(album: Escape From New York - 2019)


[Nyck Caution:]
Yeah
Broke a day
I used to be broke and sin
A bad kid by the age of 10
Nowadays I don't pretend (Shh)
Circle real tight, and I don't trust broken men
Thought that you was solid, but it won't cement
Cut ties with those guys, haven't spoke to them (Yeah)
Y'all tried to play me like a fool, but the joke's on them

[Erick The Architect:]
What you mean you squeamish, just a monster, entendres
A league competing where no team could beat us
I cut them ties, 'cause I need to see us
I earned my stripes, like I need Adidas
In the Beamer with the ceiling, we don't need the rear
Best Coast, ball hard, we don't need the deal
I am no Bogart and so neither was you
Better watch how you talk, boy, I will say action
Four pound blasting

[Meechy Darko:]
I grew up a fucking screw up
You sick, I'm lit
Whole world been on acid since I blew up
Climbed up, counting the loot up
You losers are just too much, I moved up
And do not need new love
My lifestyle, in turned by my left style
The best style, since that nigga from Bed-Stuy
Watch me walk in that crowd, flezuz christ in a flinch
Hope these mosh pits lead to some implausible events
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
Pearly gates, he's on the fence (Oh)
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
The Pearly gates (Oh), on the fence

[AK:]
AK Young Majesty
Think you're immortal? Come face the fatality
Hop out the portal like Morty
I take the last shot like I'm Horry
Head wrapped like you Ryu
Don't fuck with the boy
Money my language, don't need no subtitles
I puff 'til I'm idle
Now each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title
Until I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire

[Joey Bada$$:]
Heard them throwing shots again
You bitch niggas lotta gossipping
Big balling, got a lot to spend
I don't even keep score, bitch I got the win
They need me like oxygen
On me, the whole block depend
Don't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out
Faded off a shot of gin, I'm Pacquiao
I hear the money calling like a pocket-dial (Brr)
Do what I wanna 'cause I'm popping now (Yeah)
Made it this far, ain't no stopping now (Noo)
The more freestyle, gotta' cop it now (Yeah)
It goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (Wow)
Let me live, let me live, let me live
I ain't never copping out, I'm just tryna do big dough
Dream big, but I'm still the same kid
Now we shook the champagne, so we cock it out the window

Looking out the window, window
Bitch I'm hella faded trying not to crash the Benzo
Puking out the window, window
She says she don't dance
Bet she shake it for these bands though
Can I live a little bit? Ayy (Can I live a little bit?)
Drinking a little bit, ayy (Drinking a little bit)
Smoking a little bit, ayy, ayy (Smoking a little bit)
Can I live a little bit? Ayy (Can I live a little bit?)
Drinking a little bit, ayy (Drinking a little bit)
Smoking a little bit, ayy (Smoking a little bit)

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