Beat It
Margiela Myers
GENRE
(Verse I)
Any niggas say they hate us… tell ‘em beat it /
I been had more racks, been waxed - proceedings /
Been ran my numbers up so much i ain’t - easing /
Off the gas pedal, cuz the petals need breezing /
Fumes in the kitchen, water whippin’, pan heatin’ /
Got the inside, of my MSport bleeding /
I roll the tint down, quad (AAAA) gas - i’m breathing /
I make sure my niggas get to ball, off season /
& we don’t switch sides ‘round here - that’s treason /
Aim above the gums, hollow tips - been teething /
I’m Louis to the floor, what’s it for? - no reason? /
Cuz for so many years i didn’t have no freedom /
-
Chains used to bead ‘em, now my nеck fulla V’s /
I call Franky for the shine, a bettеr jeweller - nigga plz /
When she found out it was me, she couldn’t help -/
But hit her knees /
Now Myers oversees, getting plays over seas.. /
Niggas thought i was a Saint, but my 9 ain’t for Brees /
(grrrrrrt)
-
But for mine, i’ma squeeze /
I don’t call my haters “opps” /
If i dial in, they bleed /
That’s one phone call /
Nigga try it, you’ll see …/
(Hook)
Any niggas say they hate us, tell ‘em beat it /
We been had more racks, been waxed proceedings /
Been puttin masks on before the pandemic /
Had the junkies dropping in the bando /
That’s a bandemic /
HA !
Steaks on the plate, how many mans we done fed? /
-
Everyday I wake up, thank God - count bread /
X3
(Verse II)
Used to smoke Proverbs, now I’m overlooking Rogers /
Bad bitch with me, bow down - our Father /
I open up the scriptures, cuz that paper on me daily /
Any niggas say they hate me, cuz they - ain’t me /
Cuz they ain’t got the shine, i done did my time /
Now i keep 6, figures on my motherfuckin mind /
Got them big rocks, in my Carti's - like I'm blind../
And a bad bitch, Barbie - hard to find /
Cuz we chilling in the mansion /
Playing "hanky-panky" /
Just fucked, three times - gotta change the blankey /
Quite frankly, these fuck nigga's should thank me /
Cuz i'm putting food, in their motherfuckin' pantry's /
(Hook)
Any niggas say they hate us, tell ‘em beat it /
We been had more racks, been waxed proceedings /
Been puttin masks on before the pandemic /
Had the junkies dropping in the bando /
That’s a bandemic /
HA !
Steaks on the plate, how many mans we done fed? /
-
Everyday I wake up, thank God - count bread /
X3
Any niggas say they hate us… tell ‘em beat it /
I been had more racks, been waxed - proceedings /
Been ran my numbers up so much i ain’t - easing /
Off the gas pedal, cuz the petals need breezing /
Fumes in the kitchen, water whippin’, pan heatin’ /
Got the inside, of my MSport bleeding /
I roll the tint down, quad (AAAA) gas - i’m breathing /
I make sure my niggas get to ball, off season /
& we don’t switch sides ‘round here - that’s treason /
Aim above the gums, hollow tips - been teething /
I’m Louis to the floor, what’s it for? - no reason? /
Cuz for so many years i didn’t have no freedom /
-
Chains used to bead ‘em, now my nеck fulla V’s /
I call Franky for the shine, a bettеr jeweller - nigga plz /
When she found out it was me, she couldn’t help -/
But hit her knees /
Now Myers oversees, getting plays over seas.. /
Niggas thought i was a Saint, but my 9 ain’t for Brees /
(grrrrrrt)
-
But for mine, i’ma squeeze /
I don’t call my haters “opps” /
If i dial in, they bleed /
That’s one phone call /
Nigga try it, you’ll see …/
(Hook)
Any niggas say they hate us, tell ‘em beat it /
We been had more racks, been waxed proceedings /
Been puttin masks on before the pandemic /
Had the junkies dropping in the bando /
That’s a bandemic /
HA !
Steaks on the plate, how many mans we done fed? /
-
Everyday I wake up, thank God - count bread /
X3
(Verse II)
Used to smoke Proverbs, now I’m overlooking Rogers /
Bad bitch with me, bow down - our Father /
I open up the scriptures, cuz that paper on me daily /
Any niggas say they hate me, cuz they - ain’t me /
Cuz they ain’t got the shine, i done did my time /
Now i keep 6, figures on my motherfuckin mind /
Got them big rocks, in my Carti's - like I'm blind../
And a bad bitch, Barbie - hard to find /
Cuz we chilling in the mansion /
Playing "hanky-panky" /
Just fucked, three times - gotta change the blankey /
Quite frankly, these fuck nigga's should thank me /
Cuz i'm putting food, in their motherfuckin' pantry's /
(Hook)
Any niggas say they hate us, tell ‘em beat it /
We been had more racks, been waxed proceedings /
Been puttin masks on before the pandemic /
Had the junkies dropping in the bando /
That’s a bandemic /
HA !
Steaks on the plate, how many mans we done fed? /
-
Everyday I wake up, thank God - count bread /
X3
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