Atlas (M.O.B) - Beast Mode

I hate smoking and driving, cuz In cleveland 12 be waiting to catch ya
So when i roll up that fire, they can't snuff it or lock me for smoking pressure
Tried to I could kill em with kindness
But they only listen when ya wrist dripping in diamonds
The women invited
Gone bring hype and they need a new whip for tonight
So they rent them a Jeep and get tight
Putting lean in they sprite
But keep that shit bitch I'm aiight
Kitchen sink full of ice
She say she in need of some pipe
I'm a thief in the night
We'll read you to sleep, man goodnight
You not vamping with drac in the night
Spitting some fire I'm turning to dragons tonight
Bringing bright futures to light

I'm so sick of the mud, so sick of feeling so grimyyyyy
But I'm puffing the therapy, knowing the answer will find me
I can't try forcing the timing
It's gotta happen naturally or else it's gonna be dying
But I'll never stop trying

Niggas going beast mode
We don't need no cheat codes
Getting in the way of yaself, fuck ya ego
We just trynna rack it up, stack it up, fill these shows
And if you get in the way of that, I'll show up to ya peephole

I want this shit to last
Like I carved initials in a tree it's gone last forever
You niggas is dying, and it's time that I lay me out on the stretcher
This life on the farm, reeping what you sow is really gone flourish
Shawty you just gotta keep putting in effort,
Nigga like me on ya arm, only make those other niggas wanna press ya
But this how it is when you live in a jungle
They wanna see niggas bleed about as they breathe
Excuse my partner he a thief
But that's his reprieve
We needed it now we some fiends
From tiny sketches of our dreams
To eating like a king
Excellent cuisine

Written by:
Jaron Emerson

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