www.BeastChild.com http Welcome to The Bay, we the Golden Gators We nice, hold the gate open if you don't roll with haters Unless you charge to SD, we the Oakland Raiders Floatin' sailors, holdin' sabres, we roll with paper And if you got green, smoke it later Cos my team is equipped, I think you'll know the flavor I think you know what I'm thinkin', I speak of growin' acres My seeds are forrestin' trees, I mean I'm Mother Nature Queen me, I'm on top, gotta wear the suit Gassin', I'm weezin', and Weezy bought a pair of boots Swaggin', they green, and he leanin', I swear it's cool Not as sick as Yay though, see me drop Theraflu Beezys want marriage to the guy named BC But me? I'm not carin' dude, why? Cos I'm barely through Rhymin', but rarely do I stop in the first place Grindin', and barely do I talk, like a first date Sorry if I'm colder than the Arctic But I'm all heart, that's a flush, get your cards quick And if you don't gotta full house, don't start shit I'm lightin' ! up the river, let me spark this I'll have you flippin' all alarm switches Or spit my writtens, and I'm leavin' both the arms missin' I send feds to throw out on the dead targets Child strollin' in, so roll out the red carpet How to focus energy, I wrote a thesis And I doubt you'll know what's gettin' me, you won't believe this But the thing is I don't need shit, I'm the chosen Beast kid Frozen beat hit, but flowin' heat slick He spits like deep rips off a cheap grit Steep cliff, so he keep sneaks on
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