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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beedaking
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Metcalfe
Songwriter
歌詞
BEEDAKING- 1ST VERSE
Toast to the bread that we raking in
It’s the family only
The table don’t have no space for friends
Picked up the pace
Turning the corner when patience spent
Can’t be erased from steps that I take gone engrave em in
Watched how smoke influenced temptation
Get on stages show the difference between Otis and David
Imagination restricted
Jaded from prior engagements
Now we making em listen
Pen to paper Bee known to have his way wit the writtens
Young and feeling we only had to master addition
Started multiplying wins to divide the pie with my ni**as
Where successful dope dealers the only positive image
Turned into a God in efforts of redefining the limits
Showing how you can get shine without all the gimmicks
You can set the tone but if it blow it’s cause I’m the chemist
Owe my dog another way then to be society’s menace
Still applying pressure tell em reserve a spot at the finish
We winning
PHAT BOII-1ST CHROUS
For you this is a image…b*tch I hustle like a Day Job…
keep a pair of titties just to load em in my A-R…
you got it from family b*tch I got me…off a face card…
socially be bluffin…but be spooked to touch the state yard…
…..just cause I ain’t talk…I had to plea out on a state charge…
fell down on my dikk…you help me out….then built a case for it…
you know how I’m rockin like a chair or broken skateboard…
Oh and we up right nah….say you ain’t seen it …pu**y wait for it…..
PHAT BOII-2ND VERSE
Bytch we da fam…so raise yo glass …cause this a celebration…
made a Ni**a sis eat up my dikk ….cause he was steady hatin…
you would think we own publishers printing …how we get this paper…
only bread that these Ni**a can see ….go in a sandwich maker…
I then had to throw away my food ….cause rats was at my table…
got my own brother wanna kill me…. scripted cane and able…
praying I don’t have to give my brother…touches by an angel…
heard the streets ain’t really want me home …but God my f*cking Savior…
they offered me life…and still ain’t rat…
cause that’s how granny raised us…
Real Ni**a don’t change…so who the f*ck u think gon change us…
**** want some entertainment…imma give em project cable…
I just left that parish I was selling mojo off a razor
I just want that W …..like that letter that’s after V…
I never adapt ….bytch where I go ….that Shytt adapt to me…
Ni**a turn to teachers ….quick to gossip with they faculty…
speaking on my name…. and then y’all act like it ain’t happening…
rolley on both wrist ….my daddy say I was an accident…
use to fuck my money up… but right nah bytch I’m stacking it…
Hustler by day…then Shotta Biggs..Start to tappin In
We been then graduated …take that gown off that you cappin in…fukk Ni**a
PHAT BOII -2ND CHORUS
For you this is a image…b*tch I hustle like a Day Job…
keep a pair of titties just to load em in my A-R…
you got it from family b*tch I got me…off a face card…
socially be bluffin…but be spooked to touch the state yard…
…..just cause I ain’t talk…I had to plea out on a state charge…
fell down on my dikk…you help me out….then built a case for it…
you know how I’m rockin like a chair or broken skateboard…
Oh and we up right nah….say you ain’t seen it …pu**y wait for it…..
BEEDAKING -3RD VERSE
Tell it straight forward
Missiles sent when ni**a spin where I’m from they don’t play war
Get finished quick
The mission is get the money today or double efforts
We only feast off of the fruits of our labor
F*ck a key imma break doors down when they try to ignore
Power that imma employ
Routing me out of poverty survivors labeled victors
Product rotting you can’t move it cause the shit is piss poor
Make a play hurry up double back cause we gotta get more
No tolerance for discord
If ni**a popping shit we lay the law and when it’s enforced, it’s best you follow it
Til we on top imma reassure wit the work
Keep dropping hits
Watch em takeoff
Pocket profits soon as the rocket lit b*tch
Written by: Bryan Metcalfe
