Beef

She gold digging on both knees She a 49er I drop a bag then Get up right behind her There ain’t no love She’s a constant reminder Down in satans lair Ya that’s where you’ll find her She take a heart Chop it up Put in the grinder She like disigner She into finer things Yea the higher things She want the diamond rings I just want a diamond plaque And a Gucci pack Cause I started from the bottom And their AINT no coming back This drill time Their ain’t no fighting that Bitch I kill time Kill rhymes Kill slime Make em go splat I feel like I’m The greatest to ever make it From a small time Boy who’d thought he couldn’t make it Still I’m The one who’s shaking up all the bacon Or will I Just fall down in the making I’m just raking in checks And I’m slaying in bed That’s what I said Catch you slipping Turn yo coat red Saying I’m the best is a understatement I been waiting for some competition Ever sense I left C Bakes in the basement Feel like I’m in the matrix Let’s get back to the basics If we’re looking at the latest Christian isnt really the greatest And the closest he gets to famous Is a track Jules hated So bitch just chill Before you make another statement And get your fucking boyfriend faded