THE OPS GONE HATE ME FOR THIS ONE (feat. Beamon)

Still that man from up the Street Pay no attention to your freak Put that bag over her head look like she finna trick or treat All you boy songs is weak dog they wanna sound like me Why pressin play on your track sound like beam feature and beam? Im layin back with all this ammo let that beam beat up yo team They tried to hate but thats expected specially when they know they sweet I dont need some company bitch I need some love for me Those dark shadows come for me motherfuckers wantin this and that Never gave nothin to me I remember all them days yall left All them flames on checks thirsty this and that Dog I had the lamest ex let these bombs bust yo soul When you hit that la x when I put that pen to page It feels like im satans best but im gods child I got angels flesh bank like a rothschild my brains address Stumble my strutter but i aint been sippin I walk with a limp cause my pants full of shells Fly through the night with a car full of ratchets Your bitch disapear like i casted a spell Always recording thats why they sound rusty They lackin the passion and only spit nails Eat up a rapper like jack in the box like You gonna come home with gernades in the mail Song on the radio you aint gone hear it Go turn up that shit pussy dont want the statick Bullets and bombs stuffed up under the matress Last thing that you gonna hear is me laughin All of this codeine be fuckin my balance Taking narcotics is one of my talents Me and your bitch got some cameras around us The roomate gone think that he under surveylence