Hype - Birth of a Beast

Come witness the birth of beast, I was destined to be great
Fuck what they talking bout I'm still a 90s baby
I just came a lil late
That's how it is when u do what you want
Tell a hater fuck out of my face
Let's run up a check, who getting to the bag? Well fuck it then we gotta race
Come witness the birth of beast, I was destined to be great
Fuck what they talking bout I'm still a 90s baby
I just came a lil late
That's how it is when u do what you want
Tell a hater fuck out of my face
Let's run up a check, who getting to the bag? Well fuck it then we gotta race

One foot on ya neck and one foot on the gas
When I'm on the track gotta run it in laps
I spit so much dope fuck around and relapse
I'm king like a cobra you niggas is crab
They knew I was bound to arrive
Came to in the game just to kill
Let a witness make it out alive
As soon they as tell then it's off with their head I was never gon let em survive
I got a mind of a killer
Dead presidents in my wallet
They zombies i feel like it's thriller
Still tripping hard off that Reefa
You bout that monkey business
Me I run with gorillas
I know some robbers and killas
I know some saints and sinners
I know the devils and preachers
I know the trappers and movers
Way Too lowkey you can't call just beep em
I see the people that's witcha
They not gon ride
Tell them jokers wait outside
Please do not play with the tribe
Feed the lions witcha guts and your brain on the side
We do not let no shit slide
Weed put my mind in the sky
I might just take off and fly
Don't need a pilot or stylist, do it big, Christopher Wallace

Come witness the birth of beast, I was destined to be great
Fuck what they talking bout I'm still a 90s baby
I just came a lil late
That's how it is when u do what you want
Tell a hater fuck out of my face
Let's run up a check, who getting to the bag? Well fuck it then we gotta race
Come witness the birth of beast, I was destined to be great
Fuck what they talking bout I'm still a 90s baby
I just came a lil late
That's how it is when u do what you want
Tell a hater fuck out of my face
Let's run up a check, who getting to the bag? Well fuck it then we gotta race

I'm back into action
Lyrical damage
Putting the beat in a casket
I don't just rap shit
The words doing acrobatics
Metaphoric gymnastics
Damn it I'm nasty
I get to flipping the script like the pen doing backflips
I'm on some dumb shit
They listen and bobbing their heads like he really a savage
I'm just too hungry for niggas
I am a different caliber of rapper
They don't want no problems me
My shit amazing they know I been blazing
I sit down and write shit for weeks
All these other rappers sloppy as fuck
They shit just be coming out weak
But y'all wanna flex the Phillipe
Dig yourself a grave and go buy you a coffin
So that I can lay your ass in it
Riding around and my windows ain't tinted the police be all in my business
These rappers sound tired when they hop on the track but I'm running this shit til the finish
I know that I'm great so fuck outta face if you hating on me couldn't careless

Come witness the birth of beast, I was destined to be great
Fuck what they talking bout I'm still a 90s baby
I just came a lil late
That's how it is when u do what you want
Tell a hater fuck out of my face
Let's run up a check, who getting to the bag? Well fuck it then we gotta race
Come witness the birth of beast, I was destined to be great
Fuck what they talking bout I'm still a 90s baby
I just came a lil late
That's how it is when u do what you want
Tell a hater fuck out of my face
Let's run up a check, who getting to the bag? Well fuck it then we gotta race

Written by:
Fidelis Folifac

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