Beastmode 2은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2014년 8월 3일일에 Doughboy Roc에서 발매되었습니다.Beastmode
BPM96
멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
가사
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
What up, Helluva?
Ain't shit changed
I'm just gon' go on my flow on this mothafucka
Still out here in beast mode, **** know what time it is
Free Rio
All my real ****, you know what's up
Mount up
What up, Truck?
Come on (What up, Cheeks?)
Let's go
It seem like when you broke, you don't got no hope
You don't wanna show your face, not even around your folks
Everything goin' bad, got you stressin' for real
Got you out here on that tip, now you clutchin' the steel
Pray to shake somethin' loose just to eat, survive
I'm a motherfuckin' savage you can see in my eyes
Everybody want a thousand but ain't give me a dime
They ain't never went broke payin' fully on time
They ain't never fed a **** when his stomach was growlin'
Now they all comin' around 'cause my money is pilin'
I'm gettin' calls from hoes that ain't talked to in years
My ex bitch put on a show, even squoze out some tears
I used to call her ways to tryna fuck, she shot me to the VM (Voicemail)
Now I got my bands up, she tryna be my BM (Baby mama)
Let me guess, you love me, you wanna have my kids
And in midst of everything you lost faith like Biggie did
You had your turn, so play like Usher, let it burn
You got a new ****, so you no longer my concern
He forty, he prolly hit and got the fuck on
Now you double backin' to me, get the fuck on
My money grown, I'm out here gettin' cheddar
And you would've stuck around if you would've knew better
I just hope you satisfied, 'cause you got what you wanted
See me out here goin' ham, got you sick to your stomach
We can't greet, shakin' hands
I ain't complainin', I'm makin' bands
Even though a **** love you, we better off bein' friends
Now I'm out here ballin', never broke, not even often (Never)
Got a fifty 'bow sale, 'bout to pull up on Dolphin
Tell these **** be cautious, playin' with the mob daily
Gotta stray strapped, it's a must thang like a Shelby
I gotta get everything together, I got my paper in order
Hustlin' everyday, just dropped five to my lawyer
Tryna get my mind right, cause I think it went left
In the kitchen whippin', I think I'm a chef
Roc the same ****, still fuckin' freak hoes
Walkin' to the G for a bag of Cheetos
**** switchin' up, bitchin' up while I remain real
Still gutter like a motherfucker, you know I'm the same still
Got ol' girl shocked 'cause I'm drivin' a Benz
She cut a **** up, now I'm stabbin' her friends
No finance, no romance, so I band up
Now she ride my dick with no hands
My old bitch his new bitch, I still hit
He stupid, cupid who the fuck is that?
**** know who bucks to snatch
40 cal I'm tuckin' that, no show and tell, I'm bustin' that
(40 cal I'm tuckin' that, no show and tell, I'm bustin' that)
I wasn't even fresh when I pulled your lady
I know you bein' lowkey, but damn my baby
You say you stay in Trues, but you never even had a pair
Oh, your trap slap, well, I'm the **** who put the bag in there
Too busy tryna touch an M, they mad we don't fuck with them
No competition, you see the difference between us and them
Don't mind your girl, she just goin' through that groupie state
You wine and dine, I just cracked her off a movie date
I been goin' crazy, ho, jewelin', ask mane
Who you think you foolin' with that pathetic ass chain?
No-name lames, ridin' our coattails
Just they imaginations, exaggeratin' 'bout 'bow sales
I don't even know cuz, he boostin' like he know me
If I gotta squeeze, I bet I bust, B.o.B
I'll bring the drama straight to you, where you lay your head
You don't even got no guns, boy, you better save your bread
Calm down Roc, he don't know what he said
He don't know you got goons and he'll end up dead
I'm like I know, I know but I told these ****
And they keep playin' games, I gotta show these ****
So if this lesson gotta lead to that certain degree
It's survival of the fittest, my ****, you or me
But I gotta stay out here for my fans and do shows
Not to mention I got lil' sisters and bro's
Gotta take care of my fam, that's why I shoot power moves
Wish my father was here so we can play horseshoes
Or have a drink at the bar, you know, smash a few
It's a lot of shit we never got a chance to do
I just hope to get to 'em with my unborn seed
Gotta hustle every day, still got mouths to feed
Got a bad liquor habit, I can't kick for shit
Couple pints everyday, I can't quit for shit
God blessed me with a talent, so I gotta use it
You can feel it in your soul,when you hear my music
Lil' **** get influenced, I ain't direct 'em in the wrong way
'Cause at the end of the day, you on your own way
I just hope it's right, live your life, keep a tight circle
Everybody ain't your friends, they'll hurt you
Let you down if you depend on 'em, fuck losin', we win'd on 'em
My troubles all in God's hands, keep drums like a live band
Posted on that Westbrook, no Bryant
Foreign on Forgi's, that's my neck look, no lyin'
No need for cryin'
No mercy, no forgiveness
Came up with B Smith that's my motherfuckin' witness
Fuck bitches, they say family first
Well I'm still tryna figure out how my family works
Honestly, family hurt you the worst (They do)
Gossip Saturday night, Sunday in church
But I'm always hip to shit shit, motherfuckers be hypocrites
They gon' be sick I'm rich, tell my pit: "Sic 'em, bitch"
I ball on them broke ****, I'm gettin' my load still
Real **** shit, how the fuck you expose real?
Love and drugs go hand-to-hand like a relay
Money got her all on my D-I-C-K
Bands, I can toss a few, you know just who I'm talkin' to
When I say we got birds, I mean the ones who squawkin', boo
Lookin' in your eyes, I can tell you wanna sex me
Pop a ****, drop a **** if they disrespect me
Might have to sit down and knock out two
Come home, be the man, I'll be right back boo
Just write me, get my address from Jared or Josh
And when a **** touch down, make you sure you blow up my socks
Do that
Ayy, make sure you do that if I touch down, ****
Trial start on Wednesday, it ain't shit
Real **** recognize real, you know what time it is, ****
Free Rio
R.I.P. Nunu, Goose, Mojo, my old dude
**** know what time it is, ****
All the goons, ****, if you love me, I love you
The mob, ****
Helluva
**** know what time it is, ****, I love y'all, ****
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Come on
Written by: Doughboy Roc
