Hook:
Ayee...
I got way too much Beef up on my Plate
There’s a whole lot a nigga got at Stake
I know niggas crossin Lines in Second place
Im in the Race. Pick up the Pace
If I’m Flossin, don’t confuse me w/ a Flake
You not the type to keep it Real get out my face
I could see it in yo eyes, the love is Fake
Tie up yo Lace. Put down the Base
Verse 1:
Cut Throat, mf, said I’m at ya Neck
Check mate, mf now I need my Check
Fly nigga, all I’m missin is a Private Jet
Y’all livin in the Past, I look at what’s Next
More versatile than a box of Chex Mix
In a Subi, next time I might cop A Lexus
Savvy nigga, juggle both like I’m ambidextrous
Up to Bat, I’m a Slugger, Holy Cow, I Belt it
Hook:
Ayee...
I got way too much Beef up on my Plate
There’s a whole lot a nigga got at Stake
I know niggas crossin Lines in Second place
Im in the Race. Pick up the Pace
If I’m Flossin, don’t confuse me w/ a Flake
You not the type to keep it Real get out my face
I could see it in yo eyes, the love is Fake
Tie up yo Lace. Put down the Base
Verse 2 (DTN Shaud):
Gotta keep the grippy on my hip for bitches that be talkin shit
Everybody yellin “gang gang” but they ain’t w/ the shits
Why you always trynna bang bang, but ain’t steppin on shit
She just trynna be my main thang but I can’t trust a bitch
You’s the type to bust a chain chain, well I just bought a liq
Educated young nigga w/ the mind of a menace
These streets done turned cold, made a nigga reminisce
Jumped up off the porch, I ain’t takin no more shit
Gotta keep a pole, like Roddy, ain’t dyin quick
Me compared to you, that’s Gucci to K Swiss
Lately I been on the move stackin up my chips
Niggas sendin shots but I swear they all miss
Bitches grabbin on my clothes, got that Cupid shit
She just want a chance but I embarrass that fake shit
I been in my zone, smoke away take a drift
She say do I love her, baby girl I plead the fifth
Hook:
Ayee...
I got way too much Beef up on my Plate
There’s a whole lot a nigga got at Stake
I know niggas crossin Lines in Second place
Im in the Race. Pick up the Pace
If I’m Flossin, don’t confuse me w/ a Flake
You not the type to keep it Real get out my face
I could see it in yo eyes, the love is Fake
Tie up yo Lace. Put down the Base
Verse 3:
Niggas desperate to Shine, but live Pitch Black
My VIN number ain’t a Diesel, but it’s all black
I see through the dark like Riddick watchu call that?
I’m livin Furious and Fast, while you haul ass
What you runnin from? I’ll bring it all to Light
You hear me on yo Screen, I’m a poltergeist
That’s why you can’t see me
Blue Ray, 3D, HDTV. Can’t save Stevie
So I Wonder if you know what it all means
You pushing Ye in the West, and think you Spaulding
You ain’t Rich until you fools find a Calling
So when that Plug hit a Shortage, you can Call me
The flows Wavy, I’m Sea Sick
You be the shit, dawg I’m more like the Feces
You don’t know who you are, your whole life is a Pretense
So let your Guard down, dawg you got a weak Defense
Hook:
Ayee...
I got way too much Beef up on my Plate
There’s a whole lot a nigga got at Stake
I know niggas crossin Lines in Second place
Im in the Race. Pick up the Pace
If I’m Flossin, don’t confuse me w/ a Flake
You not the type to keep it Real get out my face
I could see it in yo eyes, the love is Fake
Tie up yo Lace. Put down the Base
