I really don't know how long I've been doing this sh-t I guess 2010's the first year that you gave a sh-t I was the underdog so please excuse me a bit I need some space so please Someone make me some room in this b-tch
Cause I'm in beast mode, beast mode Give me those beats I eat those All day I don't sleep no I don't even know what I got sheets for Them pillow cases and bed frames Oh nah take that, don't need those So high I don't get high, Don't even know what I got weed for People I'm in beast mode, Why'd you think I got these teeth for Why do I rap that east side and Why do they all call me B.O But see I need this beat for Anybody fed my ego Back in the hood at east shows So we take hood wherever we go
Please know, I am as loyal as loyalty is when it's gave Dedicated, determined, dependable Yes I committed myself to the game Don't be letting them tell you them lies We make the industry real when it's fake So stay meditating So your head is facing into the direction you aim b-tch!
Okay then, know what my name is Excuse my language but I'm fed up with the same sh-t They say they love me But it's really cause I'm famous see My momma told me this back when I was nameless So f-ck y'all, I'm shameless, I'm a beast unleashed I'm raging I'm living inside of this Matrix, this video game I'm playing I ride around and they praise me I crack a smile and they waving I guess you could call me David Ruffin I'm circled in the Temptations
Or maybe I'm angry, Maybe I just need a little more patience Or maybe I'm crazy, Maybe I just get a little to anxious Some-times-I-rhyme-like-I'm-inside-Einsteins-mind Look at the time fly by, Plenty of times I've died Tooken the disguise claiming they lost they mind She ain't really seen sh-t n-gga Till you had the whole World flipped upside down Tight side up from the DEC So the Eastside's up Fired up so you know when I get to the booth I go ham Cause I gotta do what I can So I'm like Kadoosh, kadoosh, kadoosh, I don't know which side I chant
I'm kinda like a blur with these words, It's always hard with these verbs Tunning at a hundred kilometers Pretty soon I'mma leave Earth
Earthlings, or whatever Human beings, I'mma beast you're a feast, curly fries, onion rings This is not a f-cking game Ain't no referees involved This is military combat Soldiers standing guard round my yard Entourage, ham squad to be exact, Smoking ham, smacking back take your girl have her back, We don't want her round my team She's a slut and she's a freak, But you don't know cause she's discreet I swear I see everything that's a bit,
Man I'm fed up to my neck with the stress I could use a wish Hayley where you at: I guess the only exception to these girls is that I rap But I only attack
Cause I'm in beast mode, just beast mode Everybody know I'm a muthaf-cking impostor, monster And the energy drink shoulda been my sponsor But sometimes I wonder, what is this race I run for I don't give a f-ck about numbers so I do find it ironic These n-ggas get mad at me, Talking all sideways with they eyes glazed They mad cause I'm straight What the mind sees the eyes say And they say that I went pop and the streets say I ain't hip hop but if this not let the sh-t stop
Compositor: Bobby Ray Simmons Jr ECAD: Obra #14791218