Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities
Inside the tent on the beach after swimming out chord, keys
We can all see whats on the out-side,
My conscious only knew whats half tight
Killa never let the drama slide
But what do they feed you on the inside
I live on the beach its sunny outside an deskids playin in da heat
I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep
You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga
I go hard in the paint, you soft as fur - chinchilla
I live on the beach these gurls outside bikini's in the street
But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep
I live on the beach its sunny outside kids playin in da heat
Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet
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