Beg

Lyrics

[Chorus 1: Suspect] 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 [Verse 1: Suspect] 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" [Chorus 2: Suspect] 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 [Verse 2: Cadell & Suspect] 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 [Chorus 3: Suspect] 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