Desperado

Beast Coast

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    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Headshots to all my rivals
    Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol
    Bitches fake, niggas follow
    On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto
    When the money close, I can't but help but count it
    C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant
    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Headshots to all my rivals
    Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol
    Bitches fake, niggas follow
    On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto
    When the money close, I can't but help but count it
    C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant

    (How many takin' flows?)
    Maybe 'cause the flow so cold (So cold)
    Heard you was a king, so cold (So cold)
    Heard I was a killer who tote, nigga (Who tote)
    (Somebody gonna hit the floor)
    If a nigga get too close (Too close)
    Niggas try and fuck with the Coast, yeah (Coast)
    Niggas try and fuck with the Pro (Look)
    I ain't ever read no Bible (No Bible)
    Wish I never met my idols (My idols)
    Meet 'em and they all turn rivals (Turn rivals)
    Hard flows, comin' for the title, wait
    Feed them and they all still bite you (Still bite you)
    Keep 'em at a distance, close by you (Close by you)
    When the time come, they gon' try you (Gon' try you)
    Effort's all about how you apply to it, apply to it
    Now I gotta ride with it
    Niggas always tryna find a fuckin' plot to twist
    Got me stressin', thinkin', "How the fuck it got to this?"
    Now everybody got a hypothesis
    It's obvious, y'all just in it for the come-up
    Got you niggas up 'til Sun-up
    Y'all niggas just tryna one-up
    Either way, it won't add up, won't sum up (Sum up, sum up)

    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Headshots to all my rivals
    Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol
    Bitches fake, niggas follow
    On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto
    When the money close, I can't but help but count it
    C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant
    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Headshots to all my rivals
    Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol
    Bitches fake, niggas follow
    On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto
    When the money close, I can't but help but count it
    C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant

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    You know what it is (Is)
    Bitch, it's the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A. t.)
    Don't play me no fool (Wah)
    Rap niggas is foo (Hehe)
    The Coast be the move (Yuh)
    This summer ain't safe (Nah)
    I got no patience (Nah)
    These niggas my sons (That's right)
    Don't need no more patients (Nah)
    Slid through the cracks in the Matrix
    Pull up to the spot in a spaceship
    That red hat lame (Wack)
    Lately, your shit played (Played)
    Been doin' it new ways (Ways)
    No competition, no one to race (Race)
    We the shine that made it from the bottom
    Brooklyn, baby, yeah we got a problem
    Desperado, no tomorrow
    Six rings, six shooter, cling

    Desperado, money over hoes, never over bros
    Paper-chasin' and them hoes gon' follow
    Remain the same around those souls that's hollow
    Fuck it, though (Fuck it, though)
    Drink the bottle, drown my problems, Insta models
    Fuck them off and fly to death, I'm a walkin' coffin
    Laugh to the bank, I can't hear you talkin'
    See so many signs, proceed with caution (Skrrt)
    She wanna fuck in the Benz, had to park it (Skrrt)
    Moments like this, I just reminisce
    Back when a nigga just had no options
    Back when I take anybody wallet
    Young nigga out the Parkside and he 'bout it, 'bout it
    But I just stay on the beats just to go feed my posse, look

    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Headshots to all my rivals
    Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol
    Bitches fake, niggas follow
    On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto
    When the money close, I can't but help but count it
    C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant
    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Desperado, loadin' hollows
    Headshots to all my rivals
    Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol
    Bitches fake, niggas follow
    On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto
    When the money close, I can't but help but count it
    C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant

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