Ayy ice same tym juc spin the Disc They know we cumin They thought we ain't there(nah) Jamaican me , American them Doubles ñ Tripples Juc pull up yo pants Are you beefin me or really on smoke I don chattm alot like a gyal on periods(why) Mom doesn't like how i live my life Buh all of her prayers keep me blessed Are you hatin on me or are you beefin me i rather you tell me now(Hate) You all don like tsmoke Coz it keeps on comin again and again ,around and around like Tyres Y you gonna beef ain n othing on me or them I got stabbed twice because of runnin my lip and because of the fucken gyals I don chat on the net ,coz live on the net i might run Who knowz maybe they envy me Thus why they beefin me Coz why the GM's beefin me why They keep rollin on me I don have nothing on me buh all the oppz keep running and running again and again When the beef gets hot I'll pull up with SGB or rather the GBD's I cah waste ma tym explainin to them Why their gyals keep rollin on me I want peace not beef Buh all of the oppz want opposite I positive they Negative I do Karma they do beef(dead maan) Ain sayin Nothin on them Coz the feds might warrant my arrest Um not scared of the Fedz or opps Cah my broski one of them The streets are cold and bitter Buh behind them bars they say its better i dont carry any shanks Coz Blood ain really mia lyf that i live ain kind of life i want Buh i can't change it Everytime i try to make it big all the Oppz start rollin on me