Murder on the Beat E

Keep your eyes on me. Keep your eyes on me. Keep your eyes On me. Uh. Dalo on the-Every time I play the Booth, it's murder on the beat. I've been having dreams of being murdered in them Streets. Why you think I'm tossing and I'm turning In my sleep? Woke up in a cold sweat, But the burn has done me reached, so I'm Cooling. I got niggas doing life I went to School with. I do or die for my stripes, I went all in. Cats on them crack pipes, They was cooling. No school holding court on them corners. It's a blessing and a curse what they taught Us. When I go, how long will they mourn Us? Something ain't sure of. I don't trust niggas' energies or their auras. Back full of wounds and they all from a Borer. When she say she love me, I ignored Her. But the internet said, "If you adore her, Dior her." But I wouldn't get no play if I was wearing Diadora. Rather spend my money on Glocks and Sig Sauers. Rather need a pill, we need lots of big Lawyers. Big dogs, they could never little boy us. You wanna hear the streets? Well, that's what I'm the voice of. Let me tell it to 'em. Got a closet full of skeletons. Stand for nothing then. You gon' fall for anything. I'm the realest and it's evident. Get the drop then we spin the block yet Again. Niggas rapping about the trenches, Never live in them. Make it out, yeah, That's what the mission is. Really trying to change. Realize I'm the same when they tell me, "Buy A motive," and I answer, "Bring a pistol then." 'Cause you know what the difference is. Don't compare me to no rappers. I live it, they just living it. Gang, you niggas can't be serious. Hardest out, point-blank period. Still put the fear in 'em. Eyes full of blood, ain't no tears in 'em, So they hard to wipe. So much pain in My rhymes, make it hard to write. Feel the soul of my bro on that road When I pass the site. Realest ones live the Hardest life. Thinking of that jail time and how Fast life passed me by, but I'm here and I'm blessed. Murder on the beat just to air Out my chest, and that's real. Ayy, Tiny Boost, SN1. Straight. Paper Boys, you already know. Look out for that Street Paper mixtape on the Way. You already know, gang. Hackney now and forever. Yeah.