Beals L.E.S - 1 Nation Lyrics

Lazarus gold piece we all play for keeps
I don' want chicks kissing my on cheek like I was Cochise
Cause I ain't dead yet
Table full of plans where the bread at
If you the only one eating
Those not eating should dead that
It's a Monday
So it's either Air Max's or Asics
My thoughts are predator apex
Bullets whistles hit ya right pec
I got the call
I was on the bar
Doing my last set
His final words
F*ck Beals
Then he took his last breath

I felt outstanding from the top
Like Jimmy Fly Snuka
Told her I buy her a drop
But I gone off the liquor
Here we go again
Drunk thoughts and broken promises
Step in the land of the real
And they can tell you who Beals is
It's not a game
Never ever was I playin
Choke you with your own chain
For stupid shit you sayiin
No cap and no captions (What)
No cap and no captions (What)
Now that's what the hell I call a chain reaction (What)

Heavenly speaking
Blood on Beals' apron
Gasoline draws on
Slap boxing with Satan
Tryna defeat d'evils
And keep us all 1 nation
Have patience
Over my dead body
Thou shall never take us
20 foot ceilings just let the money reach it
Couple racks on fresh
The change nah you can keep it
Museum paintings
Ebony queens
Black Mona Lisa's
It gets deeper
Haters dig they own grave
When the speak ill of us
Shhhhhhh