Beg - Suspect, Cadell, Flyo

Ayy, man said that he knows me

But he’s a fucking beg

I’ll make my younger do him dirty

See that top?

Go shade that in red

No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher

Top marks for going off the edge

That means hit his friend as well

And that’s another fucking Z

Man said he knows me

But he’s a fucking beg

I’ll make my younger do him dirty

See that top?

Go shade that in red

No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher

Top marks for going off the edge

I love it when these fucking little niggas on reck

I beg a man witness

What a man’s doing to these riddims

From I linked up with Fly, it was written

And he flang me a beat and man rid it

I mean, who would have thought I’d be spitting?

All of this work a man’s put in

Plug thinks I’m a joke man

All of these birds I’ve been flipping

I’ve been tryna teach you

But you pussyholes just won’t listen

This here is some serious fucking words of wisdom

Gems in every bar I give them

Schooling the game, no tuition fee

Studying how I flex, they just wanna be we

There goes S, the flamboyant G

They wan' copy my style, they know I keep it prestige

Pussy nigga say he knows me

But he’s a fucking beg

He just wanted some protection

Now watch how he end up next

That nigga was lucky

He could have met his death

I told T «just take the chain

And then bring me his Rolex»

Man said that he knows me

But he’s a fucking beg

I’ll make my mash go to work

See that top?

Go colour it red

No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher

Top marks for going off the edge

That means hit his friend as well

And that’s another fucking Z

Man said he knows me

But he’s a fucking beg

I’ll make my younger do him dirty

See that top?

Go shade that in red

No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher

Top marks for going off the edge

I love it when these fucking little niggas on reck

Still shotting on all of you broke boys

You’re looking at me like I started or something

I’ve got hittas for all of you broke boys (bruck boys)

And I ain’t talking 'bout my cousin or nuttin'

And we’re sicker than all of these fake rappers (course)

Before the fans and shit, we was famous (uh, and rich)

Little nigga, you need a life check

You need some new trainers (and a bitch)

I’m on bare antics (oh)

Serving up clear and criss

My brudda

We could have spent bare on this

Know about us?

How?

'Cause Tom, Dick and Harry love gossip

On the frontline, you ain’t really on shit

I’ve never had a job but I need new mop sticks

Pussy nigga say he knows me

If so, go put in some work

I’m gonna start taxing these begs

Everybody’s gotta pay by the third

Me?

I’m by the third

Holla at H on a whippin' excursh

Stupid fucking nerd

Leave me alone before you get hurt

Man said that he knows me

But he’s a fucking beg (beggar)

I’ll make my mash go to work

See that top?

Go colour it red

No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher

Top marks for going off the edge

That means hit his friend as well

And that’s another fucking Z

Man said he knows me

But he’s a fucking beg

I’ll make my younger do him dirty

See that top?

Go shade that in red

No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher

Top marks for going off the edge

Ayy

I love it when these fucking little niggas on reck