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Beast Unleashed 4 Lyrics - Artist : Vin Jay
Gather 'round, come place your bets
Let me welcome everybody to the main event The fourth beast unleashed and we came correct So go and let ya heads bop til you break ya neck I layed to rest the ones who were doubting me Now I'm all up in your face, fuck boundaries And Imma haunt their dreams while they sound asleep And Imma burn shit down like a pound of keif Tell em all I been living like I'm on death row You can hear it when I'm talkin' strep throat Young rapper that turned to a clef note Pull up for the bag, then I'm out like presto They fill em in the gang and I pull payments Made em a little bank and they gettin anxious Strangle em in the basement I'm feelin dangerous Dangle em with a crane, give em all a face lift Get views and views and linguistics Y'all just rap, I truly do business Never go broke, I loot recruit's interest Put on my tunes, your crew like "who is this?" Dead broke, but they diamonds drippin' They wanna flex on the gram, but they drive a Civic And everybody been tellin me that the sky's the limit But I been goin up a mothafuckin mile a minute Just watch, I been committing big news and I ain't gon' stop Tell I'm rackin up quick views and Imma get guap Every time when they click through, I got it on lock And a fucking jiu jitsu But rap is a martial artist, it's hard to start From picking all the bars apart, for smart remarks It ain't about the foreign cars or sparking jars of weed Or just tryna start beef with the larger star Y'all got next, I'm a legend right now I got the throne, where the hell is my crown? Can't sit still so I'm sellin my couch Wrist band, if it ain't about the cheddar I'm out, huh Y'all claim that I been a little hostile 'Bout to put em in a bit of a debacle Swoop up your girl then I hit her in the tonsils Man that bitch should be living in a brothel Rolling heavy, hope you hoes are ready Pull up at they funeral and blow confetti Got a loaded semi, turn your bones to jelly Imma leave em drippin like a broken levy Bitch I'm ready to hunt again My stomach is rumbling I'm at the peak of the summit I pop em like supplements So tell em I'm rippin the heat, I don't need me no oven mits Wait, I don't live a thug's life Gotta stay true dog, ya'll have been the sus type I been up in the field tho threaten like a Bud Light Please stop spittin, I thought you grippin the gun tight Y'all just rappers, really bad actors Only time you kill anybody is through laughter Open up your mouth and the lies come after Better off tryna be a home town pastor Take over the game like I'm using cheats I kill em all doesn't really matter who competes I just rack up a couple milly views a week Until the bands get heavy like Judas Priest They hatin' but know what I did is superb What you make I probably get triple in merch I take em to hell like they lit up a church You came for the beef and now dinner is served Now they watchin what I been on, they want me gone Cuz every time I drop a bomb, it's nonchalant I do it cuz I'm on the job, I'm like a US pilot from Nagasaki I be winnin the war, we killin em with cripplin' forces They hear me comin like I'm whippin a Porsche And drop bombs, ain't nobody wanna give me the torch If they don't wanna let me in, then Imma kick in the door Live ya life on your computers bitchin Imma cop a ghost like I ain't superstitious In the proof I'm driven is the coop I'm whippin No limits, ain't no wonder why the roof is missin But I'm beastly, better believe we back When we knee deep in the green we relax Sweet dreams when they receive these tracks Like GG Imma go clean these plaques So I been a mess, shit I'm not a bit impressed Whole day spent just trippin on the internet Thirty years old, no wonder why they livin' that Hating on me, instead of tryna make a bigger check Still I been a king and they gotta bow to me Road to a hundred mill, shit sound nutty I don't wanna talk if it ain't about money I been laughing to the bank, like a hundred sound funny Broke in the game, bitch you dumb for lettin' me I been comin with the flavor like a public enemy They be lovin when I rap and they bump the melodies Ain't a moment that you petty little bums offended me Hello rap game, I'm your new savior Never really been a debate on who's greater Rose from the mud, it's been my true nature They sell out red rocks, when y'all move paper Really feel like I'm an urban legend And my vocal chords a fucking murder weapon Never stressin who my words offended Til my final breath, I rep my first amendment Really feel like I'm an urban legend And my vocal chords a fucking murder weapon Never stressin who my words offended Til my final breath, I rep my first amendment, little bitch |
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