Been A Beast

(album: A Gun In The Teachers Desk - 2018)

Remember when I was hustling strapped up pack and poles
Spending money on expensive clothes, flexing cracking hoes
Stacking dough rolling up on opps letting ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still living and go ask they hoes
Remember when I was hustling strapped up pack and poles
Spending money on expensive clothes, flexing cracking hoes
Stacking dough rolling up on opps letting ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still living and go ask they hoes

These bitches want me to crack, because I look like a safe now
I'm not alone in my whip, I keep a bad bitch with her face down
I wish a fuck nigga would trip, I bust his ass like a greyhound
I will shoot while you layup don't play foul, you get boxed when I come through that's takeout
I had to fight a few gun cases, this rapper battle no 8 mile
I felt like I was winning cause I was sending and getting that money no Paypal
Always did my dirt by my lonely cause I heard niggas be singing like h-town
Nowadays I feel like I'm Lil Weezy so please don't make me pull a Drake out
I came a long way, young nigga crying and sniffing, my mama getting high in the kitchen
I made up my mind that I cannot die in the trenches, I told myself I'm on a mission to go get that dough off the clients supplying the piff and invested in rhyming and spitting
I went through the rain hoping the pain I was feeling would disappear like a magician
Wasn't scared of the fire I been through all kinds of conditions
I'm thankful I'm not up in prison, I wanted a rollie one with the diamonds that glisten I had to get fly on them bitches
Wasn't worried bout haters I'm sliding with blickers and after that probably gon' slide in they bitches
Was squeezing them tools and it wasn't no pliers I'm gripping, this boss used to fire them bitches

Remember when I was hustling strapped up pack and poles
Spending money on expensive clothes, flexing cracking hoes
Stacking dough, rolling up on opps letting ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still living and go ask they hoes
Remember when I was hustling strapped up pack and poles
Spending money on expensive clothes, flexing cracking hoes
Stacking dough rolling up on opps letting ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still living and go ask they hoes

No shirt on bitch I'm tatted up I never had good luck
Start bagging up, shit start adding up, bank roll's fat as fuck
Bitches looking while I'm passing slow like damn I past the goal
Hop out dripping like a fashion show, you play you gotta go
CLICK CLACK BOOM, let that ratchet blow, that 40 snatch his soul
Casket's closed them bullets hit his face Michael Jackson nose
Now shit gucci my head ring say burr, had whores on me no Spurs
Was flipping packs and balling like I'm Shep they can't change who we were
Back in high school on a half a day, I was cracking bitches while they folks was gone, little bad nigga but his dough was long
I was moving grams ole folk songs, I was grinding like a slow song
Had to sit still when the dopes gone, pistol on my lap and both phones, wit' a cutie with me no four zones huh
Young nigga live with his dawgs, hustling risking it all
He got back there we kicking in doors, taking your shit like a stall
Big ribs and tint on the car, we was just living a ball
Strapped up when we hit the mall, I ain't ducking shit but the law

Remember when I was hustling strapped up pack and poles
Spending money on expensive clothes, flexing cracking hoes
Stacking dough rolling up on opps letting ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still living and go ask they hoes
Remember when I was hustling strapped up pack and poles
Spending money on expensive clothes, flexing cracking hoes
Stacking dough rolling up on opps letting ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still living and go ask they hoes