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doughboyz cashout - beast mode, pt. 2 lyrics

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[verse: doughboy roc]
it seem like when you broke you don’t got no hope
you don’t wanna show your face not even around your folks
everything goin’ bad, got you stressin’ for real
got you out here on that tip, now you clutchin’ that steel
prey to shake some loot just to eat, survive
i’m a motherf+ckin’ savage you can see in my eyes
everybody want a thousand but ain’t give me a dime
they ain’t never went broke [?] food
they ain’t never fed a n+gga when his stomach was growlin’
now they all come around cause my money is pilin’
i’m gettin’ calls from hoes, that ain’t talked to in years
my ex b+tch put on a show, even squirt out some tears
i used to go tryna f+ck [?] vm
now i got my bands up, she trynna be my bm
let me guess you love me, you wanna have my kids
and into mr. everything you lost your faith like biggie did
you had your turn, so play like usher let it burn
you got a new n+gga, so you no longer of my concern
he 40 he prolly hittin’, got the f+ck on
now you double backin’ to me, get the f+ck on
my money grown, i’m out here gettin’ cheddar
and you would’ve stuck around if you would’ve knew better
i just hope you satisfied, cause you got what you wanted
see me out here goin’ ham, got you sick to your stomach
we can greet, shake hands
i ain’t complainin’, i’m makin’ bands
eventhough a n+gga love you we better off bein’ friends
now i’m out here ballin’, never broke not even often
got a fifty bowl sale bout to pull up on [?]
tell these n+ggas be cautious, playin’ with the mob daily
gotta stray strapped, it’s a must [?]
i gotta get everything together, i got my paper in order
hustling everyday, just dropped five to my lawyer
tryna get my mind right, cause i think it went left
in the kitchen whippin’ i think i’m a chef
roc the same n+gga, still f+ckin’ freak hoes
walkin’ to the g for a bag off cheetos
n+ggas switchin’ up, b+tchin’ up while i remain real
cut gutter like a motherf+cker you know i’m the same still
got your girl all shocked, cause i’m drivin’ a benz
she cut a n+gga up, now i’m stabbin’ her friends
no finance, no romance so i band up
now she ride my d+ck with no hands
my old b+tch his new b+tch, i still hit
he stupid, cupid who the f+ck is that
n+ggas know who [?]
40 cal i’m tuckin’ that no show until i’m bustin’ that
(40 cal i’m tuckin’ that no show until i’m bustin’ that)
i wasn’t even fresh when i pulled your lady
i know you bein’ lowkey, but d+mn my baby
you say you stayin’ trues but you never even had a [?]
all your [?] bag in there
too busy tryna touch a m, they mad we don’t f+ck with them
no competition you see the difference
i just cracked her off a movie date
i been goin’ crazy
who you think you foolin’ with that pathetic ass chain
noname lames ridin’ our coatails
i don’t even know cuz, he boostin’

i bring the drama straight to you, where you lay your head
you don’t even got no guns, boy you better say your prayer
calm down roc, he don’t know what he said
he don’t know you got goons and he’ll end up dead
i’m like i know, i know but i told these n+ggas
and they keep playin’ games, i gotta show these n+ggas
so if this lesson gotta lead to that certain degree
it’s survival off the fittest my n+gga, you and me
but i gotta stay out here for my fans and do shows
not to mention i got lil’ sisters and bro’s
gotta take care of my fam, that’s why i shoot power moves

wish my father

i just hope to get to doin’ what my unborn see
gotta hustle
still got mouths to feed
got a bad liquor habit, i can’t kick for sh+t
couple pints everyday
i can’t quit for sh+t
you can feel it in your soul
lil n+ggas get influenced
you on your way
i just
everybody ain’t your friends
let you down if you depend on ’em
f+ck losin’ we went on ’em
like that live bands
posted on that westbrook, no bryant

no mercy, no forgiveness
came up with b smith that’s my motherf+cking witness
f+ck b+tches, they say family first
well i still tryna figure out how my family works
honestly family hurt you the worst
but i’m always hittin’ sh+t

motherf+ckers be hypocrites

i ball on them broke n+ggas
real n+gga sh+t, how the f+ck you expose real
go hand to hand like a relay
money got her all on my d+i+c+k
bands i can toss a few
when i say we got birds
lookin’ into your eyes i know you wanna s+x me
pop a n+gga, drop a n+gga
come home be the man

and when a n+gga touchdown, make you sure you blow out my socks
blow up

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