The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
There's a cut, turn around sit on the ground while i pound on your face with
Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute
Turned my world in to a play ground
I'mma catch you next time around
So hold back ya tears
Cus beef from a distance
Y'all pushed me to the ground and kicked me, i took a hit
Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit
Yo pussy bitch rap shit leaner than a trending twitter beef/
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
And in beef you'll agree with it too, leavin' the streets beast mode
You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load
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