Lyrics

Yeah, Beast Unleashed 3 We had to make this shit a trilogy I say we- I say we pick it up where we started this shit Yeah, the Beast's unleashed Whole clique dope with the east side brief Everybody wonder when I reach my peak 'Cause the bars and the hooks and the beats by me Been a one man band like Russ Never get a hand out, I don't want a crutch Only get better with each record I touch Ya'll finna get swept, gon' put 'em in the dust Yeah, been rolling with a gang of thieves So face the Beast, drum'll get your face to bleed You can't compete, I do it seven days a week I get riled up every time I taste defeat But I'm a stampede comin' and I can't be stopped And the damn beats 'bout to make the rap scene hot But the feds be lookin' at the bands we got But they can't eat, bitch, I got the pantry locked I'ma roast you, feelin' like Goku Said I'd be the one ya'll won't ever be close to Know that I'm winnin' but never know what I been goin' through Really wanna come up in the game? Let me coach you Look, now they wonder when the trouble stop But I'ma fuck the game until the rubber pop You need a Mac-11 to make the youngin drop But take a hundred shots at the young juggernaut Been up the grind, ya'll gon' respect it Put in all the work while these hoes are flexin' Spit like I got a fuckin' throat infection Get up under ya'll skin, no dope injection, ugh And it's all from the passion Ain't overnight, got a decade of practice Do what I love for a living and stacking Ya'll can keep payin' and I'm feeling fantastic, yeah Runnin' down anyone who got the nerve To go against me, finna make 'em bite the curb Devise the words that everybody find absurd I'm Heisenberg, I kill 'em in a violent purge Ain't no debate that I been on the streak Ya'll don't even get a minute to breathe A butcher, I come and deliver the beef And body them all, mission complete NY living, never repped the West I broke into the game and I left it messy Better step, corrected, get a vest to protect your chest You bitch ass ever checked a check? And I'm an icon tickin' like a time bomb Give me that mic, I'ma grip it like a python Flow too cold so I never got ice on Put him in a booth, I'll be going all night long Fuck it, I'm 'bout to develop a strategy Give me the beat and get ready for battery Bitches talkin' but they never could battle me Ya'll don't got the fuckin' mental capacity All my enemies are gon' surrender Two vs one, kill both contenders Young king, 'bout to him 'em with the golden scepter Got love for the game and I'm gon' protect her Know we truly the illest Makin' a lane and my crew be committed Fuck all you haters, I'm through with you bitches I send 'em to Hell, don't care who be religious Vin 'bout to raise like flames to the wolves But he came in the game and they payed him in full Tryin' to play with the game like wrangling bulls Ya'll lame, get drained by the fangs of the wolves "Yo Vin, what you ought'a do Is get a label and take what they offer you And make tracks for the club with the auto-tune I swear to God, in no time you'll be ballin' dude But that lyrical rap it just ain't gon' cut it Do it all day, but you make no budget" Anybody makin' hits in the game gon' run it But I never been in it for the fame so fuck it J-j-just watch, your lucks 'bout to change Get a wack rapper roughed out the game Young werewolf, finna bust out the cage I mean, look at all the blood that runs down my face Flow sound like a fuckin' AK Ya'll fall off a track like a runaway train Even if I go broke, and I'm gonna maintain Fuck that, woke up, it's another payday On a roll and I been dropping wisdom Young optimist, I been in prime condition I'm the fucking father of my competition Ain't nobody rapping without my permission Ya'll average at best, don't brag, but I'm next Young rockstar, finna put tats on my neck Go play my tape, make a rap for the best I'ma be the best out even after my death Know it's just the beginning Decade of grinding, I broke in the business Aim for the top, I got lethal precision Ain't none of you leaving in stable condition Look, know it's just the beginning Decade of grinding, I broke in the business Aim for the top, I got lethal precision Ain't none of you leaving in stable condition Bitch!
Writer(s): Vincent Timothy Jacovelli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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