Verse 1:
My old motto was a bottle and some reefer


But im older now the motto get money keep it

I dont wanna spit on the same stage as rejects


I dont wanna piss on the game but all you #~!!@s so lame


You mistook me for the same do you remember those days

Money like Bruce Wayne an im dissin two chains


I dont give what psycho Husaine


Bish wanna buss a nut, im like okay

Dont know where the flow came from like a left hook


Is this really Beau im listenin to? yes sir


Higher than a @@#!atoo flyer than a rocket too

Been writin a couple songs now im bout to drop a few


Now Namaste is the motto all day


Cuz Karma pay my records on replay

Ill drop a bomb like Sadam in the dawn of day


Man Your spawn gunna be gone like a holiday


I knew one thing that i had to pick my flow up

Then i had to show up to get my dough up


I hope you stupid nillas dont pursue the killas like me


Cuz if you do you betta know that $$# gettin tore up

Imma lyrical God


Some people aint feelin but they gunna be gone


These phony rappas killin me dont make another song

(*##$ im in the gold and you in the wrong



Bridge:


They told me to work on my craft (SO I DID IT)


They told me to work on some $$# (SO I GET IT)

Now im in the back of the lac (ROLL IN THAT TINTED)


You rappas is makin me laugh ( HA HA HA HA HA HA)


You think you a monsta? !#$* IMMA MONSTA

You aint killas you impostors come to me casa


Tell your lil momma hop on the bed right


Bout to show you how we do it on the west side

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The West Side


The West Side

Bout to show you how we do it on the West Side

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Verse 2:

Bout to kill you rappers with my onomonapias


Have you heard the buzz that beau is the %#@!

If you chillin with the feds get the $#&@ out my click


You aint gunna gimme head girl betta hop on the dick


The way i spit it and i rip it imma natural


The game i grit it and i grip it like a basketball

When you spit it are you really with it or are you kiddin

I aint grinnin cuz im winnin i just has to know



Why you laugh Beau back then when my pen was the last resort

No ends to the time i spent and thats fsho


No kin since i moved and its sad fsho


But you gotta keep moving

Ya cant just sit down wanna be provin




Ya gotta get up and ya gotta be tougher

You gotta be shovin it up those mutha $#&@as $$#es

Till they go up in ashes we aint goin backwards


Doin backflips in a Maverick light another Maverick

Let them !@#( have it causin havok doing magic

I dont need a clip to get active



They told me to work on my craft so i did it

Said not to look back on the past so i grin an

Bear it i swear that this %#@! is just tearin me apart


But i know that im gunna do this till i perish


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Verse 3:

These (*##$es all know the name

You rappas spittin fire? Im pissin out flames

Started to get tired of always dissin on you lames

You think you crazy (*##$ im deranged


You rappas to lazy an mainly you main (*##$ hangin

with me my click (*##$ we to sick so stick with the indigo

Cuz we bout to undergo a whole new chapter as rappers

HERE WE GO


Time to pack up an move on

Gotta pack a smack in the raps in my new songs

Have a heartattack whenever im near a studio

Same thing happens when i see a big booty ho


For girl you a cutie dough

I spit clean sixteens so groovy oh

Rollin doobies in the whip

Lil cutie dont trip dont dip

Drop that booty low


Everyone in the club gotta see you shake it

But im playa gets to see you naked

Make the (*##$ squirm and scream so much

Make her toes curl up no way shes fakin


Cant even believe all of the sounds she makin

Whenever im around she go down an she gaggin

I thought that i was i good but she want it so bad

that (*##$ keep sayin

YOU BEEN WORKIN ON YOUR CRAFT

NOW IMMA GIVE YOU ALL THIS !#$#

LETS GO HOP IN THE BACK OF THE 'LAC

THESE OTHER RAPPERS IS MAKIN ME LAUGH

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