Beast Mode

Spectacular
Uh huh
Okay
NYC, Harlem
State to state, hood to hood, worldwide
Fuck with ya boy
You know I got too much crack to fall back man
It's time to flood 'em
It's like drown out there
You hear me?
Y'all can't fuck with me man
Song for song, line for line (One time)
I got albums done man
Come holla at ya boy
Okay
Let's go get 'em man, they playin' with it
Ryda
Uh

Listen, listen, I'm more than hot
The form of rock, fresh right out the coffee pot
Take a job to commentate, the only way you callin' shots
I used to dog the block, line around the corner ock
Milestones like we was sellin' iPhones before it dropped
We talk a lot, I'm sick, screw who you with
I shit, and put it down like it was too much to lift
So sit, my next whip'll say Ferrari on the front
Speakers blastin', soundin' like I stuck port up in the trunk
A damn party full of drunks
When I'm skatin' past the tenements
Gigglin', with the body shakin' like it's fidgetin'
Or shiverin', tremblin', little man I get it in
Dominican, from my damn fitted to my Timberlands
You listenin'? The flow sick, I ain't got a cold prick
Why I need an engineer? I record my own shit
I own this, the stove's lit, nigga I'm a whole brick
Somethin' that you don't sniff, come and get your dome fixed
I'm so piff, I could put my grandma in the slab
A couple bags'll have them fiends dancin' on the ave
You amateurs are sad, you won't never leave the 'jects, dammit
I make the vets panic, I'm on the next planet
Born and raised in Harlem, that don't make me less Spanish
A thousand rubies on the wrist, you caught me red handed
I make your threat vanish, tell 'em it's G code
I gave y'all niggas crack, now welcome to beast mode
Ryda