Deadbeat - It Be Hard

It be hard as fuck to think
When these bitches keep on knocking
I can only seem to keep
Mental locked inside the cockpit
When I'm coming bring the heat
Light the blunt and get it popping
Bring you down like the police
Every hood I fill with ops, (Ben )
What ya gonna say about me when I hit da gritty
Music style ain't my taste when the lyrics unappealing
But you gon know my name when I make a couple milli
Or I slide and pull the k with my brothers and his clique
(We run the game Grey)
Rolling through the city
It look pretty when I'm in it
But stepping out the gate
It look ugly from a distance
Hoes only seem to hate
When I don't answer cause I'm busy
But them hoes will fill my plate
When I'm higher then city
With a different kind of taste
Kill the bitch who looking pretty
With a baby on the way
Slide the 9. Upon your city
(I kill the gang!!!)
Put them bitches back to sleep
Tripping bitches in my city
With my tox-sic-sic-ity
Fucking clique we call them goblins
It be hard as fuck to think
When these bitches keep on knocking
I can only seem to keep
Mental locked inside the cockpit
When I'm coming bring the heat
Light the blunt and get it popping
Bring you down like the police
Every hood I fill with ops, Ben
Pussy boi don't act tough
When I point my Glock up at you
You can't even catch your breath
When I run you down the track boo
Fucking her for hours
Her man be getting worried
I'm pimp his hoe out
After McDonalds and a shower
Sleeping under covers with a nine underneath my pillow
And a bitch can catch a dime if she wasn't good at head though
And I creep and break your spine do some 30s on her ass hoe
Imma kill blow up my mind so I can leave this world a stack though
Figure your shit out
Whether it's good or unappealing
Imma go and rob a bank
With a bag of tools and straps
Get the cash and light it up
With gas and a box of masks
Used for every bank that's in the city
(Sleepy slickey slapping )
Cr-creeping down the block
With the 9 I get it sloppy
While I'm steady getting pussy
Give it up like it's narcotics
And I pass the bubble butt
Like I'm feeling narcissistic
And I throw my money up
Like I bet on the Olympics
She be steady giving up
When my words are out and open
I be steady throwing up
Like I'm flowing in the ocean
Was she going in a rut
I can't hear her lost emotions
But I feel like I'm in tug a war
Ripp me up and leave me flowing
(Soaked in blood!!)

Written by:
shane imes-frederick

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