Scottie Beam

Pissed off you know
This is, like, exclusive
Yeah
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Kane Train, bitch, Kane, yeah
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Look, your execution will be televised
Dont cross me like Isaiah, that shit be ill-advised (Woo)
Dark horse, rap black sheep, they got me vilified
Castratin niggas in they feelings on IG (Uh)
Will never let this industry demasculinize me (Nah)
I do murder barefaced, dont need no mask to disguise me
Threw my FN in the stash, I think the crackers behind me, damn
He pulled me over , I asked him, 'Yo, whats the problem, sir?
I swerved to ducked the potholes, man, I had no option, sir
Just let me go cause my license, insurance proper, sir
Id hate to be on the run for smokin an officer'
We were bustin at police before Queen & Slim, thats on FN
Let off fifty shots to the squad car and get in the wind
Told the Gary Police in 05 that I got more guns than them
Get the feds if you want a war, and they sent them bitches in
The revolution is the genocide
Yeah, my execution might be televised
Cross niggas like Bubba Chuck, I never gave a fuck
Shot a ho like Kareem, but I never leave the Bucks
Sick with the ack, me and Jack, pourin three liters up
It hurt to say I miss you, the real ones always be leavin us
Caught up in the moment, most niggas foldin or freezin up
Sometimes it be your own damn homies, Judas set Jesus up
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Made a sex tape with your bitch, that pussy televised
Thug nigga with some exotic dreams, erotic dreams
Fuckin hella thots, but I really want me a Scottie Beam
Shit was different when Mike left and it was Scottie team
Ex wont take me back, without me, the bitch wouldnt have got a ring
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Tell a ho she dont know nan, Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, nigga
Kane
Uh, 305 in my yayo
Subject to let a bitch snort a line off the dashboard of my 75
Caprice, that is
Yo (M-M-Maybach Music)
You need a dictionary when you write your raps (Uh)
Went to the penitentiary just for a hundred sack (What?)
I had a vision back when I was fishin for a bass
But they wont listen til you in your kitchen countin cash
I got the dollars, motherfuck a niggas credit score (Boss)
Big bag of chronic like Im sackin up at Interscope (at Interscope)
My pistol polished, any problems, Ima pull that ho
Peter Parker, but Ive yet to reach my pinnacle (Lord)
Bitches lookin at me, shawty wanna see my soul (M-M-M)
All my jewelry on, she only see my gold (Haha)
Im prayin for my guys, pray you sing along (Yes)
I fuck bitches in my ride, I never bring em home
She sees just how I ride and slip her panties off
He wanted war until they hit em with a cannonball (Bang)
Spark spliffs, raw kicks, I give em Clark Kent
Common sense, no Prince, strictly the mob hits (What? M-M)
Exhale weed, ship it from the West ( West)
My brain begin to seize when Im needin rest (Yes)
Kobe Bryant when we speakin very best (Lord)
I pray for Gigi, wonder if shell get to see me next
Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music)
Audemars and Cartiers
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You aint shit without a dollar, yeah
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You aint shit without a dollar, yeah