Dead Beat (feat. DJ Product)

Your blood

My water

Ill taste

Disorder

Ill rape

Your face

I am

Your father

Ill take

You give

Create

Ruin

I Shoot

You run

Your face

My gun

Dead beat

Ill bury you six feet

I be living in your dreams

You'll never amout to me

Yo

Dime piece

I got her and she got me

So imma leave some heavy lead

In ya head if you dont retreat

Cadillacs and dirty gats

Bomb beat with that loud pack

Deep pockets got them big stacks

Hear the radio play? Sirius like a heart attack

Big 40 got the clap clap

209 life pushin out the backpack

Blowin woods with cognac at the kickback

From the mud, losing all your blood with no payback

Dead beat

Ill bury you six feet

I be living in your dreams

You'll never amout to me

Yo

Dime piece

I got her and she got me

So imma leave some heavy lead

In ya head if you dont retreat

Ya know these days this fucking life is really testing me

Lost all that was best in me, corrupted by the hennessy

The thc, it seems to keep the peace in me

But even after my lungs are full, I'm still full of animosity