F**k Beef

YUCK
Y-U-C-K
This for my back home niggas
Laurel
PG
Bowie
(Uh)

I spit that shit
That the homies feel
I might hop on the mic
And rip a 'nigga ear off
Holyfield
I'm from the field
Where that lean
Like the Holy Grail
I had a dream
I saw Jesus
Smoking on a L
Where I'm from
Being righteous is hard as hell
Ain't go to church
Or the mosque
But I'm God still
Spiritually in line
Lyrically inclined
I could rhyme like
Nas ether
All the fucking time
My 'niggas richer than Dame and Jigga
In their prime
I put a price on your head
Don't you ever lose your mind 'Nigga
More money more problems
Y'all preaching false shit
Everybody knows
It pays the cost
To be a boss bitch!
A broke nigga get broke down
Break barriers
Now they open up doors now
I wish I inherited dough
That's not how it goes down
But watch me get rich off this shit
Like Motown
I'm Berry Gordy to every shorty
This polar shit
Very sporty
I dare a 'nigga try me
I'ma give him 40
Been chasing glory since
Robert Horry
Was hitting 3s
Tootie and Luke
Had the whole hood getting P's
(Yeah)

And I ain't even off that street shit
Let's keep it thorough
On some G shit
For real
And why these clowns
Trynna pick sides
Y'all fake 'Niggas
Love to dick ride
For real
And I ain't even off that street shit
Let's keep it thorough
On some G shit
For real
And why these clowns
Trynna pick sides
Y'all fake 'Niggas
Love to dick ride
For real

Y'all niggas fluke as fuck
Man fuck Beef
Y'all phony niggas
Will get money with me
Then try to fuck my bitch
We will try to get some paper
And a partnership and y'all niggas
Will fuck it all up over some jealous shit
That's why them niggas that's around me
Been around me man
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Credits
Writer(s): Haslyn Parris
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