Beef and Brocs Lyrics

Talk to my demons

I sleep everyday and wake up in the evening

Rapper be hating

They call it beefing I call it competing

But I aint a fool I got sticks with repeaters

And bump stocks

Fuck a stock

I was in the traphouse movin hot

I put my tims on beef and brocs

I was in the tenth grade sippin wock

Made it to the honor roll and brought my Glock

They know I'm built for it

Built different

I heard he switched on me went missing

I put a switch on it let it kiss him

I put the weed in the bam

They know who I am I never do raws

I walk in the bank and they open the drawer

Goonie gang Goonie Jay Goonie genetics they know who we are

Primary never secondary gotta pay me like a boss

I see the opposition looking at me crazy but they never set it off

I feel like new da Vinci I been painting pictures cuz my bitch a work of art

Its crazy how they snake you once

Than get mad at you when you come back with venom

I just spent thirty thousand on another whip

And I do not regret it

I give a front once if he fuck it up

We might kill his ass for credit

I be with scholars and the felons

I bring the drama and the pressure

Goonie genetics they know we embedded they know that we setting the bar high

Judge on appearance I bet you regret I swear that I'm really the wrong guy

I got a suit in the room but right under my jacket I'm toting a dirty nine