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Correct Beats Keep Callin' (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Correct Beats Keep Callin' (Freestyle)
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[Part 1: "Bad and Boujee" Remix] [Intro] Whatever, whatever, whatever Mr. Porter don't trust you, I'm gon' bust you, nigga That thang pop, pop pop Whatever, whatever, whatever (If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) Whatever, whatever [Verse] This that "your career's over" flow, for real This ain't four-wheelin', roll with coke, heroin, 'caine Bone chilling, cold with no feelings Bangin dope-dealin-Hov and No-Ceilings Wayne Started out like Nas, shoot gun Heavy is the head with the crown Slaughterhouse, my mind's two tons Hardest out like John Q's son And everything you say greasy And made up like a piece of cheesesteak And everything I say come natural In this thing of beauty, like Alicia Keys face How can I be hated in the streets When I'm on even on my off day I'm creative when it's beef, while you throw salt I'm your baby mama and them new salt bae I'll assault they a la carte tray Molotov through your restaurant window Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll, Nickel Nine, Ricky Grimes I'm Sylvester Mindbender I spark fours, that'll arch floors That'll have whoever acting hardcore Doing parkour, I'ma dog Porter Brought the dog for, recording harsh thoughts for the art form Taking me to your leader is like Showing Chuck Norris where a glass door is While I'm just tryna stay outta jail Last war I stay strapped for it Y'all can run while the gats blowing And if I miss your ass, then I guess You saved by the bell, like Zack Morris I'm on bando time when I ride through cities Before my time R.I.P. Bobby Krissy Or Bobby, Whitney, flow K-Ci, JoJo Let the Tech N9ne go KC, MO., bro I don't stand my ground, I just demolish niggas Simple you against me you ain't ridin' with me Bitch not only do I kiss and tell I'm Orlando Brown when I describe them titties I'm the rubberband man, but I do more than count bands Fuck sipping 40 ounces, I'm sober out here Fucking hoes like 40-ounce Van Nigga I'm Pusha T doing quiet numbers Getting silent money, I'll retire from it I don't dress loud, I throw the flyness on it Let the labels talk and Desiigner mumble like Donald Trump Throwing money hitting everybody and they auntie up Trying to find someone to come perform for me 'fore I fuck the whole entire country up I'm the first one gunnin', last one runnin' Too enlightened for a check (yeah) Any rapper that want it, I'm Wack 100 Invite 'em to a scrap (yeah) I narrow down shit the Farrakhan way You can find me anywhere the crime wave I'm Schwarzenegger, you Sarah Conner And your favorite rapper act like Eric Andre Ryan's still alive, played nice 'cause the drama still flies Even when you shoot your little Uzi vertical in broad day Like you still tryna kill God I'm French kissing with a "bitch you" mentality Voodoo and como talle vous While I'm hula hoopin' dollars for that snarly tooth My future look like juju in a body suit When you niggas gon' admit it? That I'm better than the youngins That I'm better than the legends Never did I dumb it down or did I settle I'm Rick the Ruler in every different measure I ain't just the R, I'm every different letter I can give your chick eleven inches if she let me get the leverage I can be president if hip-hop would just let me switch endeavors And I'm just having an open workout in Heaven Tryna get me a good sweat I'm Jae Millz looking up at the sky like, "Ayo B.I.G, am I good yet?" [Part 2: "Lockjaw" Remix] [Interlude] When you a fiend for the rhythm and the beats just keep callin' ya They keep callin' ya They keep callin' ya [Chorus] When it's hard to understand me 'cause my jaws keeps lockin' My parents keep callin', the Lord keeps watchin' I'm standing on the corner with my boys, beat boxin' And anywhere I go, all of these whores be jockin' [Verse 1] The dogs keep barkin' at the top dog They already lost it, nigga, it's a lost cause I remember when I had to pawn all my jewelry Was so embarrassed by the help that no one offered to me Zoning off the bottle, we only taught to fight back We only talk survival, walking home, we just might scrap All we did was write raps, tryna get so drunk Had to get my sight back, product of the old gun Made some bad decisions so early on in the process I had people out to get me, my album wasn't even out yet I'm talking 'bout the self-proclaimed "King of Detroit" I seen some people reaching they dreams, some people destroyed I seen people die at the hands of the violence of man Seen people shot out the sky, being fly as they can Seen 'em split the pie up and Pam sniff her entire two grams Slipping, now we in your crib to tie up your fam 'Cause it's hard to really focus when you're tryna stack for ya Lawyers, with those in power tryna blackball ya It's hard to find employers like accountants that's loyal With those who told ya they adore tryna back-door ya You ain't on-point though, one minute, you popping trunks Next minute, you happy man, next minute, you sloppy drunk Every January 1st, the ball keeps droppin' And I'm just celebrating it at the mall, we shoppin' Celebrating friendships, "Bro" this, "Cuz" that "Fam" this, borrow that, loyal this, trust that Comas after comas that were alcohol induced If I ain't wake up from 'em, I won't ask what y'all would do [Chorus] When it's hard to understand me 'cause my jaws keeps lockin' My parents keep callin', the Lord keeps watchin' I'm standing on the corner with my boys, beat boxin' And anywhere I go, all of these whores be jockin' [Refrain] I had to bite down, bite down A nigga had to bite down, bite down All I could do was bite down, bite down, down Bite down, bite down, I had to [Verse 2] Hundred yard dash through the hood, talking money runs Using that money counter, getting rid of them funny ones You know the ones, too wrinkled to go in them slot machines Throw 'em on the titty bar floor to lower a thot esteem You could be the hottest thing and still have the wrong team Sometimes to see the bigger picture, you need a wider screen I got the arm out the black beatle, beating the drum Mannequin challenging whole families, viva la drunk It's Nickel Season, the fever's begun I'm savage, even though my tat issa knife, I'm keeping a gun Loaded cartridges, stolen cars with the Lowenharts Rip the game apart and you are not worthy like Wayne & Garth By now, my life's so righteous, I don't even sleep with groupies I move like that nigga Spike Lee when he was Mookie Back in high school, I really clowned I said I'd do the right thing if Rosie let me ice cube them titties now But this is realer than movie depictions What you niggas know 'bout making a move in a beef and truly committin'? It ain't no squashing it after you push a certain button Make sure everything under your lip cut and your shirt is tucked in Burning your beard away with Magic Shave COs frisking your pregnant bitch, turning your kids away, thataway That'll in a shallow grave, casualty of a cabaret Daughter calling some wack nigga "daddy" at movie matinees Even when we deal with Saturdays, my children still know that I don't want another man's cheap-ass ways on my doormat And anything I do from legal to illegal I do this shit the ski mask way, like I'm Lil Kodak [Outro] When you a fiend for the rhythm and the beats just keep callin' ya They keep callin' ya They keep callin' ya
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