[Intro]
[Verse 1: Beedie]
Peace to my brother Dose, I heard your bid was close to over
Might be home before the summer time, been some time and we older
You been through hell in a cell, we kept it on lock for you
Keep it a perfect circle, opp to me is an opp to you
Smoke 'em like [?] it's no option, we offin' ya
Swerve around the potholes, it's impossible stopping us
You try to catch me in traffic but I won't talk to you
Don't gamble with your life, you might come up short if it's not for you
Said it's no cigar try to run up, we roasting y'all
All the way from Detroit to Pittsburgh until thе coast is ours
Sneaking up the block soon as I open thе jar
Still smoking plural, I told 'em one won't do so we toast to more
You either catch a fade or catch a stray
Bite the hand that feeds, you press for the pay, don't reach in for my nest eggs
It's far-fetched, I know they sweating from these bars
Don't wanna see us pulling up, they rather test me from afar
Yeah
[Chorus: Beedie]
What's in my best interest to let it go
It could be over in a minute, you never know
I pray to the heavens, [?] where hell is
I need that black jacket triple seven
Toro at the casino if I don't see no C-notes
Before you try to take me under should know how to reload
This off the top, my pen doing swell
I know they rather see me get hell in a cell
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Beedie, Beedie, I heard that they got your number snatched
The runners off the corners, set 'em down before the summer came
What's his name? Can't remember it off hand
I just know for the money train came niggas was lames and off-brand
Now they see me and Beedie heated up like a sauce pan
Off-white everything, feel like Teezy Da Bossman
Old school cassette tape jam like a Walkman
Walking niggas down, I know you heard 'bout how we caught fam
The whole hood know, when the word got out I know they caught wind
He got caught in the crossfire for trying to set the [?]
[?] stashed in the exhaust vent
Back to back turn arounds made me realize I get car sick in Target
I hit my mark trying to corner the market
Parking lot full of plays, been trying to find somewhere to park at
Was far-fetched but now I got 'em fetching from afar, way far out
Outsmarted myself, close but no cigar
What else?
[Chorus: Beedie]
What's in my best interest to let it go
It could be over in a minute, you never know
I pray to the heavens, [?] where hell is
I need that black jacket triple seven
Toro at the casino if I don't see no C-notes
Before you try to take me under should know how to reload
This off the top, my pen doing swell
I know they rather see me get hell in a cell
[Interlude: Beedie]
It's just like that, you know
We stuck in a battle with ourselves, you know
It's a losing battle, baby
We just tryna find our way out
If you getting jammed up or, uh, maybe you just went down the wrong road
It's like we fighting ourselves, man
It's like we in a cage match
Pray to heaven I don't see hell in a cell
[Outro: Mick Foley]
My name is Mick Foley
Sometimes known as the hardcore legend
Three time WWE Champion
With Beedie
Oh yeah, yeah
I remember way back when I nearly broke my back when the Undertaker threw me off the top of the cell
Well, guess what?
I almost broke it again bobbing my head to the beat
