Uh, I'm elevated, I'm floating on cloud nine times out of ten
You can find me with a cup in my hand, filled to the rim with oil
Throwing up the middle finger, but I'm not an alcoholic, I'm just a serious social drinker
Everything can thump or totem, don't trust nobody but I
Cause the scammers be plotting, and if they could, they'd try
Like last night at the club, God is my witness
I was sitting at my tape table, minding my own business
Living it up to the highest, like every day is Christmas
Some sucker tried to try us, hating on our riches
I guess they didn't like us, cause we got all the bitches
They didn't wanna fight us, cause we niggas with the shears
*** compromising, explaining, and trying to reason
We'll catch them outside of the house
We'll go to the club and leave them niggas leaking
I be beastin', and now you're about to witness
I be beastin', you be beastin', man
I be beastin', yeah, when I get in the local booth
And I get on that microphone, I be
One lonely beast, T-I-V, one lonely beast, T-I-V
I be one lovely beast, T-I-V, one lonely beast, T-I-V
And now
When my money was hecka small
I made it look like it was time
Put your hater up in his jaw
He didn't wanna shake my paw
When I used to push their bra
On the other side of the law
Where the prices fluctuate and go up and down like a seesaw
An artist ain't no hee-haw
Clown ***, this real
I slap a buster with the heel of my hammer
About my screw, I take a up-tempo track
Put some gang behind my rap, I'm like that
Mother***er, I'm a Mac, hide your back
When she *** around and get snatched, I'm from the flat
The hillside to be exact
Cattin' off and simpin' ain't what this player do, son
It's only like seven real niggas left on this earth
And I'm one of them
I be beastin', mania
Manish little O'Heathen
The rawest niggas speakin'
They call me Earl Stevens
And now, you're all about to witness
I be beastin'
You be beastin', man
I be beastin'
Yeah, when I be up in the function
And I be full of that alcohol
I be one lonely beast, T-I-V
One lonely beast, T-I-V
I be one lonely beast, T-I-V
One lonely beast, T-I-V
And now
And now
Bosses do what they want, suckers do what they can
I'm feelin' like Tarzan
Got a pocket full of money and I'm confident
Gotta fit the Landy Cognac and some Romulan
Ah, some Romulan?
Yeah, some chiba
It's handling but my strand of choice is sativa
When she was young, she wasn't lookin' all that tight
Take Makin' Good for example
Now she lookin' right
I'm about to take her down tonight
I be beastin' in the bed
I like them dark, light, and bright
Yellow bone and red
Loaded and I'm twisted and I'm faded
In the function getting white boy wasted
Blanket, suited, poonged and wounded
Out my body, something stupid
And now you're about to witness
I be beastin'
You be beastin', man
I be beastin'
Damn right about my money, man
I need mine, man
One lonely beastie I be
One lonely beastie I be
One lonely beastie I be
One lonely beastie I be
And now
And now