Week Three Lyrics

We in here

We back

Another one beverly

We still going

It don't cost nothing to pay attention

Facts

It'll cost you everything if you don't

Another fact

Yo reread that

Used to hustle for fast cars and nice women

Changed up the game in the ninth inning

If it wasn't talking about getting money

We wasn't attending

Started out wrong

And got the right ending

Hard to keep up with me

Always on a go

We cut from a different cloth made out of a different mode

Beverly on the beats you know a five and go

If I ain't with nobody else

Just know it's lil Moe

We still maintain

When they said we couldn't

Somebody roll that beautiful bean footage

Somebody roll that beautiful green cookies

I'll tell you how far my dreams took me

Got here on our own

Nobody held our hand

Tax bracket different

We know Uncle Sam

If we ain't doing for the kids

We doing for the fam

Somebody take me to the bank

Cause it open at ten

Tired of telling you man

Oatmeal's better than no meal

We out here trying to squeeze a fifty cent piece out of a nickel

Fuck is y'all talking about

Got our eye on you Mfkas man

Make us put our fucking hands on you next

Make fact let's get back to the raps

Beverly let's go

Ayo

Can't mistake us

Squad some risk takers

No big eyes or little U over here we dictators

We run it up with the gun is up

Cut weight like a Tummy tuck til the sun is up

You know what The fuck is up

Smell that fear on you

Hope you got your gun near on you

Tell that nigga all that gangster shit he talking don't appear on you

Never shot a nigga in ya life

Got that gear on too

Perpetrated a fraud is something we not dare gone do

Know ya damn near whole life

That look weird on you

Somehow the shit we manage to get thru

We got thru

Taught me what's really real and what's not true

Speaking of not true

Mention my pops too

Type to brag about the shit that he got you

Or what he gone do

Never about to

Got sick of the old niggas telling me about new

Or what he about to do and never shared that story

So next time you see that nigga

Somebody tell that story

Would say my pops loved me and he'll never go away

Bullshit

Don't ever remember December my birthday

Or the first time I got first place

He wasn't the face

Not seeing him is what left in the worst way

See you mother fuckers next week

Next Thursday matter fact