Alright, we´re live from the homies backyard And today we got Doe Beezy stepping in the cypher Oh, really?
Yeah, oh, really? Big Doe Beezy, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Muhfuckin´ king of Cleveland speakin´, you hear me? (Yeah) Real band money gang, real band murder gang, man Topshot or Don Dotta, first 48 gang, man Step on everything, hold on All this water on my wrist You try this shit you gon´ get drenched Barely shoot ´cause I got rich but still drop thirty off the bench Should´ve upped that bitch quick, but he was too late Forty hittin´ that bitch like Creshawn and Blueface, uh You ain´t wit´ the shits then you can´t spinwith us
You ain´t murder gang, can´t name no gangsta shit you did with us (Haha), uh Nigga better duck, he see me lift it up He tried to score on me like DraftKings I blew his ticket up Used to be a problem, they had me banned at Rolling Loud Reaching for my chain, I up this bitch, blow in the crowd (Haha) Run your chicken up, boy, all that broke shit outta style Big steppa, two feet in, don´t get out of bounds Tried my white boy and he got whacked Dragged him out the club like I´m security, damn, I forgot I rap (Damn) Ask ´em, I be front line, Beezy don´t sit in the back, grr Put you on a shirt for cheap, it look like TJ Maxx
MGK my nigga, never met Cudi Ain´t saying he ain´t from Cleveland, I just never met buddy (Haha) Demon not a preacher, I can´t go like Corey Bapes A nigga play then, I´ma go out like Q Money Glizzy on my hip, I up the switch, I ain´t gon´ miss I don´t miss when I´m on hits and I damn sure don´t miss a bitch We on your strip, uh Bitch, I bet your set dip, I send that blitz Thought I was recording ´em on my Story He saw that flashlight on that blick, oh, really?
Y´all should listen when I´m spitting ´cause I´m really saying somethin´ There´s a difference between who´s authentic and portraying somethin´ (Hahaha)
There´s a difference between independence and your label frontin´ Like there´s a difference between being legendary And just having your name buzzin´ Blood don´t mean nothin´, I´m closer with Slim than my real cousin Fuck twelve, Jojo´s down thirteen, that´s a baker´s dozen (Hahaha) Ate a chicken leg playin´ Chicken Head while her face thumpin´ The friction from it make noise like when a cricket´s legs rubbin´ I was aiming for her mouth, couldn´t control it, now her hair crunchy Left and hit Dover Street Market, spent a hundy (Hahaha) I´m a serial fashion killer like Ted Bundy I spend it all on Saturday, I could be dead Sunday
I´m really nice with this, I watch reaction videos You missed some bars so I need you to listen twice to this Like if I say I´m a monster, I don´t mean metaphorically I mean I´m genetically spliced with it Lyrically Christ with it, fear of God Nike fit My boy Bean used to have crack inside his Nike kicks (Hahaha) That´s not my lane, give me a beat, don´t care what type it is I´m ´bout to recite viruses on whoever´s mic this is Y´all won´t give me my flowers, but y´all hypin´ this? Ears must be damaged, someone Mike Tyson´d it (Hahaha)
The flow´s tight like Ice Spice´s fit But my ricks loose like my 4X white tee in 2006 Ayy, I´ve known Doe Boy since 2006 I really opened for Gucci Mane in 2006 (Hahaha) I used to drop songs and only get two thousand clicks Now I can stack plaques up like two thousand bricks All my boys self-employed got the banks, no Lloyd At the crib lotta toys, got a kid, no LAROI (Haha) Got the fridge with LaCroix´s, smokin´ loud, fuck the noise Used her throat not her voice, she ate the nut like Almond Joy I got a driver he pulls up, go "beep, beep" Actin´ like I ever quit rappin´, y´all sleep, sleep (Hahaha)
I wore some pink and now he thinkin´ I´m sweet, sweet We left the club and cooked his ass like street meat Feelin´ like Cam´ron turn the camera on Look at the Jewels reppin´ the O-Boy not the Juelz Santana song (Hahaha) I´ve had this number too damn long Don´t hit me if it´s not ´bout money I want my texts green like Samsung
Yeah You know the fuck goin´ on, Cleveland stand up, man (Hahaha) Beezy, man, yeah, me Y´all come holler at us we wanna make it through that city