Beat the Case - Mozzy, Est Gee, Babyface Ray

Scariest shit you ever dreamed

Thirty out the window with that thirty, worse you ever seen

With us are you in it?

Ain’t no in-between, loaded but we focused

Bro 'nem slid the last fifty weeks, he thought shit was sweet

Bite the bullet, now he missing teeth

Give him a forever sleep, ask them niggas

Know in 2020, how Kentucky killed more niggas than corona

I can’t see my aim bogus, I’m gone have to walk up on him

The triple cross, ask him if he helped us whack his homie

I know Von gone hold it, even if he had to eat bologna

He ain’t scary on his holster, leave a nigga shirt holey

Then right up to God

Tryna get it finished so we spinnin' tryna end the war

Red ain’t out here coaching his lil' solider, wish I listened more

Trappin' and I’m active, stiff, got Manny in the kitchen drawer

Cross the country, I connect the plugs, I’m the extension cord

I’m a real boss, ain’t no way we stand on equal floors

I’ma be right here for sure, just hit me if you need some more

Interior cherry clan inside a Lamb'

Remember when I got you out that jam?

Who ain’t let it cram?

Who ain’t sit outside them niggas houses 3 A.M.

Nigga we don’t do no playin'

It’s oils over xans like it’s bookies over za'

More than 20 gang members when I push inside a spot

We them niggas that’s on God

Attorney want his wad

Prison priors prolly do me janky but it’s M.O.B

Long as blood been on his job, we gone throw the lob

Poured a fo' in this little ass soda pop

We got selections, either drakey or the .40 pop

Just fucked the homie baby momma at the homie spot

Forever HGM and them until I’m slaughtered

They ask me leave the backdoor open and made an offer

Sixth or seventh grade we was stampin' shit with revolvers

I can get you clipped for a trinkling, on my daughter

It go hudadada nigga

I ain’t sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value

Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you

When they found him he was stiff, staring into space

With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face

I ain’t sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value

Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you

When they found him he was stiff, staring into space

With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face

Lil' bruh gone beat the case

Use your head, knowledge is power

Moving with my son and still clutchin'

I’m feelin' funny

Rapping got me hot, but I’m still in it

Bruh dealin' for me, cleaner than Easter Sunday

Cup full of Easter Pink

Hard headed nigga, church service I went to sleep

Thankful for the addicts, Perc-30, they pay the fee

What can you say to me?

It’s all profit, ain’t no blueprint to it, just know I stuck to it

Grab my stick, glue it

I’m prepared for anything, these streets have you in a maze

In the field like Willie Mays, been through it, they feel the pain

Rap game fucked up man, half of these niggas lame

Gimmicks ain’t agin' shit, for they image I’m feelin' strange

Clarity VVS on my tennis, my wrist complete

How can I pay you for all the game, gotta give to me

Don’t get it, it’s meant to be

Ain’t no sellin' sticks cause I know this shit get deep

I ain’t sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value

Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you

When they found him he was stiff, staring into space

With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face

I ain’t sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value

Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you

When they found him he was stiff, staring into space

With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face

Lil' bruh gone beat the case