Lyrics: Tyshane Thompson
Music: Tyshane Thompson
[Part I]
[Verse 1: BEAM]
The day just started, I just left Neiman's
Got four black Lambo's, lookin' like demons
I got four red-heads lookin' legions
Forgiato rims, I'm comin' out speedin'
Billie Jean callin' me, talkin' 'bout babies
Nigga, **** the odds, I'm breakin' out even
Black pepper on my cutlets, chicken seasoning
I got niggas selling food for no gosh damn reason
I need the whole loaf, can't give me one slice
If I ****ed her once, not ****in' it twice
Real nigga 4L, nigga, that's life
The whole gang 4L, ride or die
Yeah, I'm a dog, gotta spray these flies
I only talk facts and a nigga don't speak
My niggas bust shots, put 'em in a league
When they released, put 'em down six feet
[Chorus: BEAM]
I only need dead friends, Benjamin Franklins
No time fi yuh waste, man
Trust dem pon di first bend
I only need dead friends, Benjamin Franklins
No time fi yuh waste, man
Trust dem pon di first bend (No)
[Verse 2: Landstrip Chip]
I don't need no new friends
I been tyin' up loose ends
Pullin' off the lot in a new Benz
New Rolex on my wrist like Ben 10
I been countin' up dead guys
Jumpin' on the flights, red eyes
Know them niggas mad 'cause I sped by
I don't want the bitch, I'm just seein' what the head like
Visions of the top, I just want the guap, I don't need a lot (Yeah)
Money counter spin, pocket of bands, love my dead friends
Racks comin' in, now these bitches wanna **** me and my friends (No cap)
Back then, I was knockin', thotties, they would never let me in (Woo)
Now, money the topic (Yeah)
If you ain't got it, we can't talk
I fell asleep countin' them hundreds, I need me a bed and a bank vault (Mm)
Now, I got to lean (Lean)
When I stand, too much money on me, I can't walk
I just told my nigga, "Put the beam on his head
Leave his brains on his tank top," yeah
[Outro: BEAM]
Escucha [?]
**** this shit, I don't know
[Part II]
[Verse: BEAM]
My brothers come in colors
We touch road and we on the way to get the mission done
We don't got no time for play-play but we headed to funds
Oh, no-no-no-no-no
I spilled whiskey on my shirt
She done sext me with all them curves
Way to go, I had to divert from mission
That's my own fault
I tend to get intoxicated when I **** up on decisions
Lie down, Dirty Diana's my weakness
Here comes another one, taking my niceness for weakness (No, no)
[Bridge: BEAM]
Look at what you've done (No, no)
Look at what you've done ([?])
Look at what you've done ([?])
Look at what you've done
[Outro: BEAM]
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah (Yeah)
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah (Mama, mama)
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah (Mama)
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah (Mama)
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah (Mama, ma)
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah (Mama)
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
This prison of mine, this prison of mine
This prison of mine, I can't get out