paroles de chanson Been a Beast - Montana of 300

Remember when I was hustlin' strapped up pack and poles
Spendin' money on expensive clothes, flexin' crackin' hoes
Stackin' dough rollin' up on opps lettin' ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still livin' and go ask they hoes
Remember when I was hustlin' strapped up pack and poles
Spendin' money on expensive clothes, flexin' crackin' hoes
Stackin' dough rollin' up on opps lettin' ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still livin' and go ask they hoes

These bitches want me to crack, because I look like a safe now
I'm not alone in my whip, I keep a bad bitch with her face down
I wish a fuck nigga would trip, I bust his ass like a greyhound
I will shoot while you layup don't play foul,
You get boxed when I come through that's takeout
I had to fight a few gun cases, this rapper battle no 8 mile
I felt like I was winnin' cause I was
Sendin' and gettin' that money no Paypal
Always did my dirt by my lonely cause
I heard niggas be singin' like h-town
Nowadays I feel like I'm Lil Weezy so
Please don't make me pull a Drake out
I came a long way,
Young nigga cryin' and sniffin', my mama gettin' high in the kitchen
I made up my mind that I cannot die in the trenches,
I told myself I'm on a mission to go get that dough off the
Clients supplyin' the piff and invested in rhymin' and spittin'
I went through the rain hopin' the pain I
Was feelin' would disappear like a magician
Wasn't scared of the fire I been through all kinds of conditions
I'm thankful I'm not up in prison,
I wanted a rollie one with the diamonds
That glisten I had to get fly on them bitches
Wasn't worried bout haters I'm slidin' with
Blickers and after that probably gon' slide in they bitches
Was squeezin' them tools and it wasn't no pliers
I'm grippin', this boss used to fire them bitches

Remember when I was hustlin' strapped up pack and poles
Spendin' money on expensive clothes, flexin' crackin' hoes
Stackin' dough, rollin' up on opps lettin' ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still livin' and go ask they hoes
Remember when I was hustlin' strapped up pack and poles
Spendin' money on expensive clothes, flexin' crackin' hoes
Stackin' dough rollin' up on opps lettin' ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still livin' and go ask they hoes

No shirt on bitch I'm tatted up I never had good luck
Start baggin' up, shit start addin' up, bank roll's fat as fuck
Bitches lookin' while I'm passin' slow like damn I past the goal
Hop out drippin' like a fashion show, you play you gotta go
CLICK CLACK BOOM, let that ratchet blow, that 40 snatch his soul
Casket's closed them bullets hit his face Michael Jackson nose
Now shit gucci my head ring say burr, had whores on me no Spurs
Was flippin' packs and ballin' like
I'm [Shep?] they can't change who we were
Back in high school on a half a day,
I was crackin' bitches while they folks was
Gone, little bad nigga but his dough was long
I was movin' grams ole folk songs, I was grindin' like a slow song
Had to sit still when the dopes gone,
Pistol on my lap and both phones,
Wit' a cutie with me no four zones huh
Young nigga live with his dawgs, hustlin' riskin' it all
He got back there we kickin' in doors, takin' your shit like a stall
Big ribs and tint on the car, we was just livin' a ball
Strapped up when we hit the mall, I ain't duckin' shit but the law

Remember when I was hustlin' strapped up pack and poles
Spendin' money on expensive clothes, flexin' crackin' hoes
Stackin' dough rollin' up on opps lettin' ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still livin' and go ask they hoes
Remember when I was hustlin' strapped up pack and poles
Spendin' money on expensive clothes, flexin' crackin' hoes
Stackin' dough rollin' up on opps lettin' ratchets blow
I been a beast that's the one still livin' and go ask they hoes