I'm in Beast mode, beast mode give me those beats I eat those all day I don't sleep no I don't even know what I got sheets for them pillow cases and bed frames
ago Before the time when we first heard Welcome to the home by the sea {Refrain}: Sit down, sit down, sit down Sit, down, sit down As we relive our
we get down So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound Thug muzik, thug muzik The infamous all around, and you know we get down So everybody
I've seen the ocean Break down and lay its hands on to you And it won't hurt you You're swimming sideways Taking breath nothing left for you And it won
wait for some action we all can approve. Too much to drink, for the cup reaches down to the sea; too much to think, the barometer pressuring me. Rolling down
'm walkin' blind down danger street The street where eyes don't dare to meet Dirt doorways frame silhouettes A teeth, grind, grinning smile of threat Down
long as I'm with my nigga maine from holly grove bitches like damn what y'all always together for respect my mind that's my motherfuckin brother hoe. I saw her down
here, putting it down Trying to hold it down, know I'm saying Everybody out here, still representing to the fullest You know I'm a hold it down fa sho
candy slab line Down here in H-Town, it go down Old school Cheves, and throwback Lacs Swangas and vogues, with a trunk that crack This how it goes, down
close like shutters godamn stayin healthy is hard as a motherfucker [Trae] Fresh off the block G's know my name Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame cocked up and sideways
favourite martian Bill Bixby, I'm lane switching and wheel twisting Rubber buring, paper rolling, Why y'all kill switching All about my capital, hold it down
murdered king ago still sing their songs in my heart The tunes, the pipes, the words, the rhymes Still call me through the times! "You cut me down and
in Beast mode, beast mode Give me those beats I eat those All day I don't sleep no I don't even know what I got sheets for Them pillow cases and bed frames
and I still smoke Can't get locked down how my brindle enters And won't come down like New York's two burning middle fingers Street journalist Even written down
in here, putting it down Trying to hold it down, know I'm saying Everybody out here, still representing to the fullest You know I'ma hold it down fa sho
The infamous all around and you know we get down So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound Thug muzik, thug muzik (2 times) All that
3 - SHYNE] Oh boy you better get down, (foxy) U better run for cover when i spit rounds Oh u want some shit now , get found slit down to the white meat
tour Whooping these niggaz and fucking these hoes In the bathroom bout two whole hours Gettin' real high, passed out on the floor Fuck that shit, niggaz out of the frame