allow the beef allow the beef baby ive bein drowneing in my sleep surronded by these crazy toughts never finding any peace i little.homies in the trap ye hes all about his peas till a fein comes an slits his troat for the whits an the be never treat me me as a peice of meat ye see the bob ye see the weeve left hook . an your on your knees mcs on all give it free the gs but never seen a pen an never felt the squzze. i sont need ro shout me ga cuz my gs are strong eating tuna noodles everynight untill the food is gone.but if i put a tin in a sock then its trule on everyday is stress but im blessed an im.moveing on.i looking forward to tbe future c like goin prove em wrong.no doubt they used to doubt me but there groveing to the song.just know the im the realest an im repping were im.from kiktalwn bein breathing leaders buglers an cheaters man tat love to smoke the reffer but will never tell ye secerts.no comment in a station tats basic go repeat it.u know theres levels to the game make mistakes your foin feel it.good girl gong bad statted out with nothing no she wants luy bags she out there an shes slutting hopeing man wu ill by her gucci rags.good girl.gong bad yo i like your tan.come an slide in the ride ill treat ye like my fam.