Kuddie Fresh - Beat goes on... lyrics

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Kuddie Fresh - Beat goes on... lyrics

[Verse 1: MaG] Momma loved me D raised me Streets made me Tiff saved me All gravy Hope maybe Save babies from the struggle Avoid hollow tips with the muzzle What they tell you Loose lips sink ships loose hips loosies painted on a crucifix The hustle Say you nice well I'm proving it Living proof kids You can come from the slums where the bums use cans for the heat Gets deep don't dumb it down I did it now Did it how Style wow Child got his own Rolling stone Sisyphus System is ridiculous Reminisce over licorice sticks Throwing sticks and stones My man E smoked bones in the fifth grade in a broken home with bad genes and some chromosomes [Hook: MaG] But the beat goes on But the beat goes on [Verse 2: MaG] Tryna' trap me Attack me I was chubby Gangbangers was at me Running through them doors Jim Morrison my flaws because I've never seen this side of the moon before Scared to leave the block Never moved before Late night ciphers Snipers shooting at strollers while momma changing the diapers Junior bedroom Sharing it with a lifer Writing ya' name on the ceiling wit' a lighter This is my environment I'm giving you the righter Way of doing things Take a trip Here's your rider Couple of Slim Jim's Notebooks for the writers Commissary notes getting filled up in Riker's Or maybe Elmira u Upstate corrections Upstate connections Go across town Betta' know your direction Cause them boys pull you over if they see your complexion [Hook: MaG] But the beat goes on But the beat goes on [Verse 3: MaG] Lifestyles of the rich and dyslexic Rolex's Lexus exes don't get exit they pregnant Their eggs get frozen the method Chosen where the rest is Shoot where the breast is or don't get arrested Stocks is invested Rather invest in vests Teflar Bet his shot now is way stronger than his heart Filling up a role you just playing up a part Plugging up the holes man tell me where you start The flame been brewing you just looking for a spark When it gets dark winter who do you pray to Tryna' make due They tryna' break you Two sides to a story True size they told me No fingers can hold me Smoke lingers it only get lonely when Homies amongst us spread lies like Munster Bad dreams k**ing yo idols and ya monsters Acting my life real Tony's and some Oscars Self-esteem high Levis Remember my first pair of silk boxers Sick saw jigsaw puzzles in my brain Quick draw metaphors oxfords bu*ton-ups proper Ignore the process Struggle through the process all for some shiny objects Hustlers now turning a prophet Peace to Elijah Mohammed [Hook: MaG] But the beat goes on But the beat goes on