Song: Beef
Prod: Voulween
Lyrics:
“Yee. Yee, yee
I got more flow than the Land O’Lakes
I’m flipping these beats like a pan of pancakes
And for your man’s sake, you don’t want a dance break
I’ll put a bitch right back in her place
And I never spit the same, I guess I’m insane
So they 51/50 me and lock me away
I’m the codebreaker, I won’t get lost in the maze
I’m going to crack these cases til I’m tossing in the grave
And I invite you to stay, if you’re entertaining
You got something to say, I’m right here waiting
Let’s see how long you can hold a conversation
Without money, brands, and everything fake
I promise I’ma fan out like I’m oscillating
Man, Beef got the sauce, like I’m tossed in gravy
But I’m an artist, I love everything amazing
It’s a damn good feeling knowing you can’t replace me
Hos say my sweat smells like cologne
I gotta keep my eye on my clothes
I swear to God all my black beaters got stolen
They’re like, I’m really gonna miss you on the road
It’s in my diet, I ain’t even lying
They’re eye fucking me for my groceries
They’re like, what do you eat? I’m like, pussy
They’re like, what do you take? Kush leaves
I draw a doodle, they wanna canoodle
They love my cartoons, and turn to wet noodles
Front and the back, the whole kit and caboodle
I’ll take a bitch and turn her into a poodle
They’re like, you ain’t rich, who new?
You’re too sick, you blew it
I’m too cool for the pool, but not school, they’re confused
I do scientific journals and independent views, not influencer news
I’ll leave you rolling just telling the truth
You think I’m being rude or shooting a spoof
My style so cold it’ll fog up the mirror
Dashiki, ushanka, and a big red beard
Wind pants and my socks layered
The tourmaline rings match the shoe strings
I’ll have you drunk on life like you’re chugging a beer
Funny in the stomach like you’re gutting a deer
You can’t explain me so you call me weird
Because I’m the man that actually cares
I’ve applied myself, survived hell, fuck a Jake and a Karen
I have never tried to be anyone else, boy that’d be embarrassing
I got my pride, I don’t tell lies, I don’t care if they call me a derelict
I’m like a national monument, how they’ve been staring at Cliff
I’m one of one, that’s a rarity
Plenty spoke on me, that’s a carriage wheel
They’re picking on me like a cherry tree
Like the fruits of my labor are very sweet
Parkour how I’m dipping from oppas
Coo coo, how I’m clocking the commas
Smooth moves if I’m talking to momma
Boo boo if I gotta deal with drama
Whoosah, namaste, hakuna matata
They call me Buddha, OG, and I’m off of my rocker
Little boy eat your little heart our like a piranha
I’m a shark, I’m a megalodon of Wisconsin
I’m always on, just quick to get off it
I do monumental work, get off of my obelisk
Deep down, and I came up too fast for oxygen
I took some deep cuts that needed some collagen
I’ve never been one for martyrdom
I’m going for gold though, I don’t care if I tarnish a reputation
You know I’m giving flowers up, I don’t got time for a sourpuss
My hands are magic, massages are tantric
I’m a man of my word, put you in a stanza
I’ll sing you a song, bass will rattle your thalamus
Timbre so woody, she think I’m a Guardian of Galaxy
Limber, I’m flexible, athletic and talented
This simple man will complicate your fantasies
Yea life imitates art but we live in an aristocracy
I’ll give you the logos, ethos, pathos, tragically
Ratchet, step out in my pajamas, sipping on Mylanta
Pull a shorted spliff out the manbag
One ear to the street and one to my Samsung
See a sycophant and say something random
They’re likening me to Jakobowski and Manson
They’re like, ooo, he’s ugly and handsome
What a handful
While the media and government push Helter Skelter and scamming
In tandem with Stans living on rancor, banter, and panic
Like they didn’t create the serial killing maniac
Like they didn’t just pull a red flag out their ass
Like they didn’t planet
Oh shit, there I go again. I must be manic.
Yeeee”
