Rob Bailey - Beast 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*cking beast

Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire
I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva
Watch me wet and heat shit up like I'm a washer and a dryer
While I beat you in your head until you tire
(I'm a motherf*cking beast)
See the way we got my niggas is open
I'm doing it again
Got a nigga 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 skill in it, hotter than a skillet
Pinkie f*ck them with the guard, the gun is at your head
Every single time you niggas see me, step beside the door
Killing everything with a thousand gorillas, my homi's so
I suggest you bow to let your chick eat my salami slow
Cry like a niggas in the hood with that tsunami flow
Get back homie before you get snapped
Even got a bitch strapped in the club with a snub nose
While I make them black with a banging and then crack
Niggas 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*cking beast
I'ma, I'ma f*ckin' beast
I'ma mothaf*ckin' beast
F*ckin mothaf*ckin beast
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)

I'm a motherf*cking beast right
Homie welcome to the east side, where killers reside
We playing war games, please hide
Ain't no signs of peace, so f*ck a peace sign we ride
Bust shots from a car seat
My nigga hang you 'til your neck is broke
Choke with you with a Stethoscope
That's how I kill a motherf*cker in a heartbeat on a dark street
(I'm a motherf*cking beast)
I'm a motherf*cking 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 killing each other over these bread crumbs
You f*ck with me it's gonna be Area 1-51
This murder rap is red rum
I done seen that nigga 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 killed, 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 pass me up mentally, to match my agility
From Aspen to Italy, I have the ability to send your ass to the trinity
Like death when it's after the Kennedy's

I'ma motherf*cking beast
I'ma, I'ma f*ckin' beast
I'ma mothaf*ckin' beast
F*ckin mothaf*ckin beast
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' 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 killer because I'ma stunt leave us in the dust
The ruthless, killed 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 bitch 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, kill 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*cking beast
I'ma, I'ma f*ckin' beast
I'ma mothaf*ckin' beast
F*ckin mothaf*ckin beast
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)