Beaconsfield Memories Lyrics

Yea you know we gon start the year off right

The first step one hundred g's then imma double it bro upping it he shooting now he not into discussing shit

Greed ah get yo ass locked I'm not with rushing shit

I do this shit all by my lone I'm never trusting them

Bag sold I'm a asshole cause I got money

They should call me Ted the way I Lasso all these hundreds

I'm a boss bae it's in my blood these niggas think I'm lucky

I done lost money a hundred ways but one play made it double

Long drive low eyes I got a pretty passenger

Hit a play commit sin talk to god I'm tryna manage

Shit was crazy I was getting scripts and selling to my manager

You won't find better bae I meant that for the both of us

Add a line get the card bank loaded up

He took a bar and ended up behind some the fully bust

Two steps ahead she tried to slime me she Ashanti

Basically I'm saying you the foolish one

Foreign go tune it up

Pay's two if you moving em'

He tried me he clueless now

Ricky do movie stunts

No fatigue the way I'm working boy you don't do enough

Three hundred dollar fragrance what I'm spraying change aroma up

I got old hoes that act of character so I notice them

I got old friends that know I'm the realest they wanna listen now

I got niggas hustle get it in dealing so they miss dinner time

He was young watching Nick at nite now he sell nicks at night

Five in my pockets shit won't make it to the bank

Ben Frank put it in my tank ain't see the next day

Eat the cake the way I beat the bank I call it Anna Mae

Let her back into my life but she ain't like it said I changed

I'm that nigga my Mom and Dad so proud of what they made

Hit my tele go catch a card lil nigga if you want pape

Tunnel vision fuck these hoes that what my granny say

Remember high school nigga gave my hoe a sweet-a-gram

She left her man tried to fuck with me Ion want yo cheating ass

Keep it G he tryna go legit he tired of flipping bags

PRBLM hoodie got a inside pocket keep that for the mag

Wavy nigga foreign ocean blue the inside color sand

Get a bag stick to the plan they think I'm selling tan

I wrote my name in cursive so they know that I got class

College Kid on the way to class he hit me bout a bag

If it's green I got docs made let's do it make it fast

Pay me back ion need that fuck I look like? I'm yo mans

I was heart broke then Wavy turned me up cause I was sad

Ever since I couldn't let a bitch take me off my tasks

Shopping with JP I'm like bro fuck it pop the tag

We ahead of the masses I'd come foreign fuck challenger's

Cops and Robbers I was always robbers niggas tattling

Throwing gang signs in childhood pics my Momma laugh with me

Watching Scooby-Do on Beaconsfield that was my granny crib

I'm not the one to be challenging if he reach for me he out of it

P10 extra clip bow get em out of there

I wanna kill the whole fucking wait I can't start right there

Nigga jeffing quick to tell em nigga stop right there

I'm a boss and humbly I don't need that it's under me

Could tell that she wanted me talked my ear off in front of him

He thought he was bigger as you can see he not son'n me

You posting petty cash I'm at Petty Cash model with me

On gang