Rob Bailey - Beast (Southpaw Remix) lyrics

When the sun rises I wake up and chase my dreams I won't regret when the sun sets Cause I live my life like I'm a beast I'm a mothaf**ing beast Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire I spit acid b**h like I got cyanide in my saliva Watch me wet and heat sh** up like I'm a washer and a dryer While I beat you in your head until you tire (I'm a motherf**ing beast) See the way we got my n***as is open I'm doing it again [?] Got a n***a wilding like he in a bull pen Look at me wishing holiday hopin' Go down with the menace and I stop and I won't finish But I'll drop and I put sk** in it, hotter than a sk**et Pinkie f** them with the guard, the gun is at your head Every single time you n***as see me, step beside the door k**ing everything with a thousand gorillas, my homi's so I suggest you bow to let your chick eat my salami slow Cry like a [?] n***as in the hood with that tsunami flow Get back homie before you get snapped Even got a b**h strapped in the club with a snub nose While I make them black with a banging and then crack n***as in the head and back, everybody, 'til the club close Haters I see you sitting over there That's why you see me blacking everywhere I'ma motherf**ing beast I'ma, I'ma f**in' beast I'ma mothaf**in' beast f**in' mothaf**in beast I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems with me) I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems with me) I'm a motherf**ing beast right Homie welcome to the east side, where k**ers reside We playing war games, please hide Ain't no signs of peace, so f** a peace sign we ride Bust shots from a car seat My n***a hang you 'til your neck is broke Choke with you with a Stethoscope That's how I k** a motherf**er in a heartbeat on a dark street (I'm a motherf**ing beast) I'm a motherf**ing beast right Keep it three, Five, Seven, in a Levis When the beam fries, house game could be used as the disguise Look in these eyes, blast, then you gonna see when the heat fly Yo, is it we dumb or is it the city we from Got us k**ing each other over these bread crumbs You f** with me it's gonna be [?] Area 1-51 This murder rap is red rum I done seen that n***a help you with a pistol Pull a gunmen out the window of a rental situation, detrimental Little kids are getting caught up in the middle, and they k**ed, it's accidental That's why I'm keeping a pistol, matter of fact capture my enemy Kidnap or slap him in the back of the Infinity Bandanas to mask the identity, start scratching like Charles Manson Or [?], fight back, attack me with energy, fight back will add to your injury When I write raps you have to have a Bachelors in Chemistry Or a Masters in Math to be in the actual vicinity To pa** me up mentally, to match my agility From Aspen to Italy, I have the ability to send your a** to the trinity Like d**h when it's after the Kennedy's I'ma motherf**ing beast I'ma, I'ma f**in' beast I'ma mothaf**in' beast f**in mothaf**in beast I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems with me) I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems with me) I don't know how I'm still hungry But they don't know how the IRS hung me What do you do when they take all of your money Get gram like gumby come back like a bungee All of my grief it is making me unleash On a bum all my opponents will cease So I'm yelling to the north, and the south, and the west and the east I'm motherfukin' beast When you don't have nothing Only have the way that you go its still mad tough And the crowd stuff, the lab book, and notes with the bad luck And the flash up with the cash stuffed up in the bag And you gotta get it no matter what Don't give that money to put enough in your gut I gotta be the k**er because I'ma stunt [?] leave us in the dust The ruthless, k**ed my mother Something really stupid, feel my brothers And I'm beginning to treat my ill like others With real life smothers, I feel like thuggers So bang, try to my way up in the gang, with the pain I write this I came to ice ya, a ring to nice ya She hanging knifeless, I'm stranger, hey b**h I aim when I spit For the winning I'm gonna increase The pressure when I'm having no peace, feel me Because I gotta eat, I won't let the demons release, k** me Son of a feast your gonna need a bishop of the priest I am that monster coming to get you to say the least I'ma motherf**ing beast I'ma, I'ma f**in' beast I'ma mothaf**in' beast f**in mothaf**in beast I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems with me) I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherf**in' beast (you don't want problems with me)