(BEATFREAKZ)
Tryna fight these demons
Yeah
Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith
Blend that cocaine straight down to the f*cking cocaine base
Made that bitch do a line, now she giving me the cocaine face
I caught a chase, jumped out on foot, now I got case
Feds wanna stop me for a pic, but a nigga got a blicky on the waist
A nigga just hit me on Wickr and said I got a bricky on the way
I got a bitch with 4.5 mil followers sitting on my face
Face lift that lil' boy, then I just jump in the spaceship
Look at my eyes, darling, I ain't even gotta lie
I'm still on this case, darling, and I'm looking at some time
Prosecution offering some years, we taking it to trial
I'll stick to the G code, darling, get a bird, I'ma take it with a smile
I got smoke in the whip, darling, darling
And I serve like Federer, I'm trapping all night
And I don't discriminate, darling, darling
I got cats with autism and cats that are blind
Forty seven thousand tickets were sold on tour, Craig, testify
I can cross my heart, I can swear on my life
(True stories)
Shut the f*ck up when you talk about beef, I'm a chef, I might serve you that (chef)
Thought you was a gangster but I could tell you're a neek when I heard you rap
And if my young G ain't got weed, don't piss him off 'cause he might turn you Pac (greaze)
Now you got two jakes chilling by your bedside 'cause the killys might circle back (icy)
Walk past, got the girls turning back, scratching weave, breaking necks (sexy)
And your girl talk too much but she got a big back, nice face and chest (sexy)
I got millis in the bank but I still had swag them times I was making less (bo, bo, bo)
Shank in my jeans when I'm beating your wife, that's what I call the safest sex
Star in the hood from time, you can put that on Tinchy Stryds (tings in boots)
They, call me a legend when they see, my nigga, I ain't even gotta die (mmm-hmm)
Ay, how are you a G.O.A.T. in the game? You ain't even did no time (just come)
I come through in Off-White, I don't know Virgil, my nigga, I pay for mine
Rap nigga dissing, I don't even wanna diss him 'cause I know say the pussy's unstable
Had his baby mama at mine, she's fine, doing lines on the dining room table
Tit for tat, I'm all right, let's play, she'll buss it open on Mother's Day
I hear you saying you'll buss your ting, you could never put that on nanny's grave
Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith
Blend that cocaine straight down to the f*cking cocaine base
Made that bitch do a line, now she giving me the cocaine face
I caught a chase, jumped out on foot, now I got case
Feds wanna stop me for a pic, but a nigga got a blicky on the waist
A nigga just hit me on Wickr and said I got a bricky on the way
I got a bitch with 4.5 mil followers sitting on my face
Face lift that lil' boy, then I just jump in the spaceship
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(BEATFREAKZ)
Tryna fight these demons
Yeah
Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith
Blend that cocaine straight down to the f*cking cocaine base
Made that bitch do a line, now she giving me the cocaine face
I caught a chase, jumped out on foot, now I got case
Feds wanna stop me for a pic, but a nigga got a blicky on the waist
A nigga just hit me on Wickr and said I got a bricky on the way
I got a bitch with 4.5 mil followers sitting on my face
Face lift that lil' boy, then I just jump in the spaceship
Look at my eyes, darling, I ain't even gotta lie
I'm still on this case, darling, and I'm looking at some time
Prosecution offering some years, we taking it to trial
I'll stick to the G code, darling, get a bird, I'ma take it with a smile
I got smoke in the whip, darling, darling
And I serve like Federer, I'm trapping all night
And I don't discriminate, darling, darling
I got cats with autism and cats that are blind
Forty seven thousand tickets were sold on tour, Craig, testify
I can cross my heart, I can swear on my life
(True stories)
Shut the f*ck up when you talk about beef, I'm a chef, I might serve you that (chef)
Thought you was a gangster but I could tell you're a neek when I heard you rap
And if my young G ain't got weed, don't piss him off 'cause he might turn you Pac (greaze)
Now you got two jakes chilling by your bedside 'cause the killys might circle back (icy)
Walk past, got the girls turning back, scratching weave, breaking necks (sexy)
And your girl talk too much but she got a big back, nice face and chest (sexy)
I got millis in the bank but I still had swag them times I was making less (bo, bo, bo)
Shank in my jeans when I'm beating your wife, that's what I call the safest sex
Star in the hood from time, you can put that on Tinchy Stryds (tings in boots)
They, call me a legend when they see, my nigga, I ain't even gotta die (mmm-hmm)
Ay, how are you a G.O.A.T. in the game? You ain't even did no time (just come)
I come through in Off-White, I don't know Virgil, my nigga, I pay for mine
Rap nigga dissing, I don't even wanna diss him 'cause I know say the pussy's unstable
Had his baby mama at mine, she's fine, doing lines on the dining room table
Tit for tat, I'm all right, let's play, she'll buss it open on Mother's Day
I hear you saying you'll buss your ting, you could never put that on nanny's grave
Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith
Blend that cocaine straight down to the f*cking cocaine base
Made that bitch do a line, now she giving me the cocaine face
I caught a chase, jumped out on foot, now I got case
Feds wanna stop me for a pic, but a nigga got a blicky on the waist
A nigga just hit me on Wickr and said I got a bricky on the way
I got a bitch with 4.5 mil followers sitting on my face
Face lift that lil' boy, then I just jump in the spaceship
Tryna fight these demons
Yeah
Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith
Blend that cocaine straight down to the f*cking cocaine base
Made that bitch do a line, now she giving me the cocaine face
I caught a chase, jumped out on foot, now I got case
Feds wanna stop me for a pic, but a nigga got a blicky on the waist
A nigga just hit me on Wickr and said I got a bricky on the way
I got a bitch with 4.5 mil followers sitting on my face
Face lift that lil' boy, then I just jump in the spaceship
Look at my eyes, darling, I ain't even gotta lie
I'm still on this case, darling, and I'm looking at some time
Prosecution offering some years, we taking it to trial
I'll stick to the G code, darling, get a bird, I'ma take it with a smile
I got smoke in the whip, darling, darling
And I serve like Federer, I'm trapping all night
And I don't discriminate, darling, darling
I got cats with autism and cats that are blind
Forty seven thousand tickets were sold on tour, Craig, testify
I can cross my heart, I can swear on my life
(True stories)
Shut the f*ck up when you talk about beef, I'm a chef, I might serve you that (chef)
Thought you was a gangster but I could tell you're a neek when I heard you rap
And if my young G ain't got weed, don't piss him off 'cause he might turn you Pac (greaze)
Now you got two jakes chilling by your bedside 'cause the killys might circle back (icy)
Walk past, got the girls turning back, scratching weave, breaking necks (sexy)
And your girl talk too much but she got a big back, nice face and chest (sexy)
I got millis in the bank but I still had swag them times I was making less (bo, bo, bo)
Shank in my jeans when I'm beating your wife, that's what I call the safest sex
Star in the hood from time, you can put that on Tinchy Stryds (tings in boots)
They, call me a legend when they see, my nigga, I ain't even gotta die (mmm-hmm)
Ay, how are you a G.O.A.T. in the game? You ain't even did no time (just come)
I come through in Off-White, I don't know Virgil, my nigga, I pay for mine
Rap nigga dissing, I don't even wanna diss him 'cause I know say the pussy's unstable
Had his baby mama at mine, she's fine, doing lines on the dining room table
Tit for tat, I'm all right, let's play, she'll buss it open on Mother's Day
I hear you saying you'll buss your ting, you could never put that on nanny's grave
Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith
Blend that cocaine straight down to the f*cking cocaine base
Made that bitch do a line, now she giving me the cocaine face
I caught a chase, jumped out on foot, now I got case
Feds wanna stop me for a pic, but a nigga got a blicky on the waist
A nigga just hit me on Wickr and said I got a bricky on the way
I got a bitch with 4.5 mil followers sitting on my face
Face lift that lil' boy, then I just jump in the spaceship
Writer: Adam Williams, Jahmaal Fyffe, Joseph Adenuga, Obi Ebele, Uche Ebele
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing