Paroles Beat the case Mozzy

Beat the case

Pooh, you a fool for this one

Scariest shit you ever dreamed
Thirty out the window with that thirty, worse you ever seen
With us are you in it?
Ain't no in-between, loaded but we focused
Bro 'nem slid the last fifty weeks, he thought shit was sweet
Bite the bullet, now he missing teeth
Give him a forever sleep, ask them niggas
Know in 2020, how Kentucky killed more niggas than corona
I can't see my aim bogus, I'm gone have to walk up on him
The triple cross, ask him if he helped us whack his homie
I know Von gone hold it, even if he had to eat bologna
He ain't scary on his holster, leave a nigga shirt holey
Then right up to God
Mr.-Spin-Tomorrow-In-A-Different-Car
Tryna get it finished so we spinnin' tryna end the war
Red ain't out here coaching his lil' solider, wish I listened more
Trappin' and I'm active, stiff, got Manny in the kitchen drawer
Cross the country, I connect the plugs, I'm the extension cord
I'm a real boss, ain't no way we stand on equal floors
I'ma be right here for sure, just hit me if you need some more

Interior cherry clan inside a Lamb'
Remember when I got you out that jam? Who ain't let it cram?
Who ain't sit outside them niggas houses 3 A.M.?
Nigga we don't do no playin'
It's oils over xans like it's bookies over za'
More than 20 gang members when I push inside a spot
We them niggas that's on God
Attorney want his wad
Prison priors prolly do me janky but it's M.O.B
Long as blood been on his job, we gone throw the lob
Poured a fo' in this little ass soda pop
We got selections, either drakey or the .40 pop
Just fucked the homie baby momma at the homie spot
Forever HGM and them until I'm slaughtered
They ask me leave the backdoor open and made an offer
Sixth or seventh grade we was stampin' shit with revolvers
I can get you clipped for a trinkling, on my daughter
It go hudadada nigga

I ain't sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you
When they found him he was stiff, staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
I ain't sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you
When they found him he was stiff, staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
Lil' bruh gone beat the case

Use your head, knowledge is power
Moving with my son and still clutchin'
I'm feelin' funny
Rapping got me hot, but I'm still in it
Bruh dealin' for me, cleaner than Easter Sunday
Cup full of Easter Pink
Hard headed nigga, church service I went to sleep
Thankful for the addicts, Perc-30, they pay the fee
What can you say to me?
It's all profit, ain't no blueprint to it, just know I stuck to it
Grab my stick, glue it
I'm prepared for anything, these streets have you in a maze
In the field like Willie Mays, been through it, they feel the pain
Rap game fucked up man, half of these niggas lame
Gimmicks ain't agin' shit, for they image I'm feelin' strange
Clarity VVS on my tennis, my wrist complete
How can I pay you for all the game, gotta give to me
Don't get it, it's meant to be
Ain't no sellin' sticks cause I know this shit get deep

I ain't sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you
When they found him he was stiff, staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
I ain't sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you
When they found him he was stiff, staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
Lil' bruh gone beat the case