Planet Beam Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
If I say I'ma ride, then they with me
Safety first, but the scrapper's a glizzy
We gon' circle the block and get busy (*Gunshot*)
What you talkin' 'bout? Niggas get risky
And you pushin' your bro, he a sissy
Got hoes sexin' my phone, say they miss me
f*ckers feel like we back in the sixties (*Gunshot*)

[Verse 1]
([?])
If I say I'ma ride, then they with me
Safety first, but the scrapper's a glizzy
We gon' circle the block and get busy (*Gunshot*)
What you talkin' 'bout? Niggas get risky
And you pushin' your bro, he a sissy
Niggas lyin', they say that he rich
Got hoes sexin' my phone, say they miss me (*Gunshot*)
f*ckers feel like we back in the sixties
Bitches do anything for a check
I ain't tip her, man, now she upset
Tell these hoes to get sponsored by Nike (*Gunshot*)
Trust me, I know these niggas don't like me
And it's only enough when I'm dinin'
I'm a savage, we swappin', no swappin'
It's why I'm cuttin' off niggas, they dyin' (*Gunshot*)
[Part II]

[Interlude 1]
Yeah, do or die, yeah
Do or die, do or try
Yeah, look, who am I?
Skip got that bounce, it go crazy

[Verse 2]
Dances, Spanish stone
[?] hundred, but I'm not a saint
Mozart inna di band, Noah's Ark inna di rain
Come from the sky, crash down plane
Skillet cooker playin'
'Nuff man, mi know, sell Mary Jane
'Nuff man, mi know, Abel fi kill Cain
Head shot occur
Cool bean, fallout, money treein'
Gi' a gyal mi cocky, mek har levitate, David playin'
Seems like di man tun, seems like mi brotha tun
Insane, God's name in vain
Codeine, cocaine, f*ck liquor, I been winnin'
In Vans, bloodstream, lion piss, do 'em in
Seen pen, kill pen, ordained prophet
Detain, insurance, make her right, di riddim, right win
Get the logic from my left brain
Touch mi gyal, brush them off
Cut them off, against the grain
I'm a demon in a condemned care canteen
Front page, glean up, die sheen, are been
Are known in, pimp get together
Put up on street, public, do 'em in
Steady win, the ways you seen
Ball, sustenance, slow bill
Slow kills, Quentin Tarantino
Did the two, let 'em bloody pens
Push it, look like M.C., I ducked it when mi tek it all di keys
When mi see, I rock with no cheers
Set them up, then we're skiers, set them up without beat
[Part III]

[Interlude 2]
Yeah, yeah, turn the autotune down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, uh, I'ma, I'ma, sick
Sick (Sick)
Sync, sick (Sick)
Sick (Drr, brrt)

[Verse 3]
I need more headphone volume, yeah
I need more headphone volume, yeah
Catch a viking in the volume, yeah
You can hear that through the sonics, yeah
I only f*ck wit' gyal ebonics, yeah
Straight out the trap, it's exotic, yeah
Tropical, yeah
And I talk 'bout Medusa, I love it
Treat that head like a turkey, I stuff it (Stuff it)
All ah di gyaldem waan fi gimme boss dome
Tek mi sword, stop eh cold
Santa know, yuh badda than a box of cigarette
Got a big choppa, heart-stopper No manners, Big Poppa
Don Dadda in Americana
Still a wear di green and yellow, black burner
Inna uptown, have a king face
Like di sword, drive down downtown
Touch at di partner, dem a bruk down
Bleed me or di pasa, pasa, pasa
Pon di river, then me gon' die
With some Rastas, with some Christians
Smokin' ganja, the Lord Jesus is my chiropractor
When me need the healing in my doctor, back to Earth
Call me Peter when I'm choppin' ears off
Call me [?], I've been sellin' [?]
Scala tunnel vision with no cap and gown
Me and Jeremy took it over million
This is for my jit, I put in a college fund
I'ma get that jit more than this gun sound
Make a toast to harder assholes
Not in my prime, but I'm still in the Amazon
Body sumo wrestler, hit 'em out of bounds
When I pull up, hit to lickin' Diana Jones
She want give me kitty, baby, keep the boom
Got a wifey takin' care of tippy tippy
Got a ballerina, always count 'em toes
I just try this first, she got me out the zone
Melody hypnotic, temptation harmonic
Singin' upper tonic, yuh
Back to the topic, no more partners, I need dollars
Got a shawty, she gon' pop it, she a star, like Madonna
Africana khaki, Hotel Rwanda, anaconda
Lord, forgive me, I'ma f*ck the digits
No adultery, but I let the patna kiss the one of [?] in it
I ain't do no phonics, but it's so ironic, I'm the hottest topic
My mama drop me (Mama), sicky in the heady, crack baby
Nigga psychotic, nigga Steve Jobs, nigga so fanatic
"I am such a motherf*cker
But I will go f*ck your mother"
Yuh, shee, yuh kidda
Still up on street with God and the peace, in the street
Touch word, woman see, [?] rapper, dem a pree
I love bees in the trees and a coolin' breeze
From creation, God in it
Life really comin' and I got to give it positivity
See the ying-yang bling bling, chargin' it
The enemy [?] with the apple [?]
Now see me step on this nigga and get dark in it
God feel me, God, I'm the one, Samuel
All prophet, dark morning, residual, maybe, Mom
Take a Addy, make it go away, put it down
Mi cyaan fall, know your peace, get told to stop
Oh, oof, oh, oof, oh, ts, oh, ts
Oh, yeah, diligent, talkin' deals, in a Hebrew court, synagogue
Chosen one, is he real? Israel, ask God
I'm located in the sky, get off me
I'm at risk, this type of life is cost to me
One, zero, and below, it get frosty
They try to lock me, I done made dem car piece
I don't need a presidential
I ain't snitchin', gettin' out like Bob D
I can go run in for the presidential
No content, I ain't content, no, not at all
Like glue, Sean Paul, yuh see it?
She sorta cocky, but this a nuh soca, this is dancehall, yuh see it?
Mi come find di light, run inna di dark like a marathon, yuh see it?
[?], man, pull a dandelion, cyaan f*ck wid disrespect, not at all
Bring yuh mathematics when it come to trigonometry
Nigga, don't try it (Not at all)
Not a gyallis, but di gyal in my blood
I'ma fold like a new [?] (Not at all)
Rather have an exotic than a goddamn Honda Accord (Not at all)

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