Lyrics:

Bear on the beat

Once upon a time, I was broke, but Im rich now
Used to travel with my legs, I got whips now
Chain cost a dub, Im a lick now
But it cost to get to me, Im a trick now
Aint no dick for the free, I aint a mixtape
Four-five got kick, its a sensei
If I gotta take a chance, Ima risk take
And if the bitch get cut, Im a band-aid
Let me beat it up, like its Rodney King
And if I dont fuck with blue, then its probably jeans
And if I only hit it once, then you probably fiend
You be dreamin bout that shit, like you Dr. King
Ill let this Glock spit, like the llama said
T.O. its only three of me, thats what them commas said
Stay on these niggas throat, what my momma said
Nigga you dont want smoke, like the doctor said
If I gotta make a choice, I wont pick it
If that shit aint fire, I wont hit it
If you talkin out your mouth, I wont listen
But if its bout the bag, Ima give you all attention
I hope you a swimmer, when you swimmin with the fishes
I know you a giver, how you spend it on them bitches
I just want the facts, you be givin your opinions
Let the blind lead the blind, cause you do not got a vision
Two routes for a nigga, either dead or in prision
Unless you make your own, aint no way up out them trenches
Gotta keep your mouth closed, keep your eyes open
I be smilin while Im shootin, but Im not jokin
And my mind on the meal, how Im not focused?
And this Glock aint concealed, cause the Glock pokin
And my loaf too big, I can not fold it
And if the back too good, I can not hold it
Like a light skinned, thick bitch, wit her hair tied
Nigga this aint twitter in them streets, you aint verified
Nigga we be slidin when its beef, aint no scary guy
Nigga with this Glock Im a creep, and Im a married guy
I aint playin with no nigga, this aint Playstation
Nigga, God dont like ugly, now your face taken
Me and Monty in the Porsche truck, drag racin
And if you ever see me runnin, I was bag chasin

Once upon a time, I was broke, but the tables turned
Now if it aint about a check, then its barely heard
Dont let your bitch leave the house if you care for her
And I wont do a verse, if you dont pay to work
Fuck talkin crazy, nigga show me that you active
Bitch in real life, on them songs he a savage
Glock always stay in my drawls, its a ratchet
When I tell a bitch she gotta cut, she the saddest
Nigga you aint on my head, you just talkin head
Sneak dissin ass nigga, you the walkin dead
Any bitch want this dick, then she got to beg
If you aint runnin up a bag, nigga bite lead
If the bitch want rounds, Im the bed breaker
When the rounds over with, she a leg shaker
Only gunnin for your top, Im a leg saver
Before you meet the life maker, meet the dead maker
If some niggas talk crazy, I cant wait to see
Glock like a big booty, I cant wait to squeeze
Used to try to play sports, now we play for keys
Gang full of hot heads, let 'em play with heat
You the type of nigga pull a skit with your clip full
Leave the skit, come back with your clip full
Nigga when we slide, we dont miss, bullets hit fools
Switch on the Glock and the kick on jujitsu
Send a shot over here, better not miss
Cause if you do and we slide, you gon be missed
Whats goin on in my mind? Try and read this
Bitch you guessed it, Im a demon and I keep clips
Bitch! And I use em all
Already lost my mind, Ill lose it all
Only smile when I think what Ima do to yall
Put my team on my back, I cant lose the ball
Bitch!
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