go wit da beat

listen my ear the street/me I just go wit the beat I don't have time fo no sleep I plant so I gotta reap you know that are the sheep / all of my people gone eat um cheating and I got the sheet reaching cause I got the street listen don't talk when I speak um working this beat like a freak put the beat under a sheet you hater's are under my feet um winning I can't taste defeat pulling up slow by the fleet and she smiled so hard when we meet and greet she know she rocking with the elite and it's one in the chamber if you think it's sweet put a heathen um 6 feet deep i said come down my way