Correction Lyrics Beast Mode, Pt. 2 by Doughboyz Cashout

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(Helluva made this beat, baby)
What up, Helluva?
Ain't shit changed
I'm just gon' go on my flow on this mothaf*cka
Still out here in beast mode, niggas know what time it is
Free Rio
All my real niggas, you know what's up
Mount up
What up, Truck?
Come on (What up, Cheeks?)
Let's go

[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' the steel
Pray to shake somethin' loose 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 payin' fully on time
They ain't never fed a nigga when his stomach was growlin'
Now they all comin' around 'cause my money is pilin'
I'm gettin' calls from hoes that ain't talked to in years
My ex bitch put on a show, even squoze out some tears
I used to call her ways to tryna f*ck, she shot me to the VM (Voicemail)
Now I got my bands up, she tryna be my BM (Baby mama)
Let me guess, you love me, you wanna have my kids
And in midst of everything you lost faith like Biggie did
You had your turn, so play like Usher, let it burn
You got a new nigga, so you no longer my concern
He forty, he prolly hit and 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't greet, shakin' hands
I ain't complainin', I'm makin' bands
Even though a nigga love you, we better off bein' friends
Now I'm out here ballin', never broke, not even often (Never)
Got a fifty 'bow sale, 'bout to pull up on Dolphin
Tell these niggas be cautious, playin' with the mob daily
Gotta stray strapped, it's a must thang like a Shelby
I gotta get everything together, I got my paper in order
Hustlin' 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 nigga, still f*ckin' freak hoes
Walkin' to the G for a bag of Cheetos
Niggas switchin' up, bitchin' up while I remain real
Still gutter like a motherf*cker, you know I'm the same still
Got ol' girl shocked 'cause I'm drivin' a Benz
She cut a nigga up, now I'm stabbin' her friends
No finance, no romance, so I band up
Now she ride my dick with no hands
My old bitch his new bitch, I still hit
He stupid, cupid who the f*ck is that?
Niggas know who bucks to snatch
40 cal I'm tuckin' that, no show and tell, I'm bustin' that
(40 cal I'm tuckin' that, no show and tell, I'm bustin' that)
I wasn't even fresh when I pulled your lady
I know you bein' lowkey, but damn my baby
You say you stay in Trues, but you never even had a pair
Oh, your trap slap, well, I'm the nigga who put the bag in there
Too busy tryna touch an M, they mad we don't f*ck with them
No competition, you see the difference between us and them
Don't mind your girl, she just goin' through that groupie state
You wine and dine, I just cracked her off a movie date

I been goin' crazy, ho, jewelin', ask mane
Who you think you foolin' with that pathetic ass chain?
No-name lames, ridin' our coattails
Just they imaginations, exaggeratin' 'bout 'bow sales
I don't even know cuz, he boostin' like he know me
If I gotta squeeze, I bet I bust, B.o.B
I'll bring the drama straight to you, where you lay your head
You don't even got no guns, boy, you better save your bread
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 niggas
And they keep playin' games, I gotta show these niggas
So if this lesson gotta lead to that certain degree
It's survival of the fittest, my nigga, you or 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 was here so we can play horseshoes
Or have a drink at the bar, you know, smash a few
It's a lot of shit we never got a chance to do
I just hope to get to 'em with my unborn seed
Gotta hustle every day, still got mouths to feed
Got a bad liquor habit, I can't kick for shit
Couple pints everyday, I can't quit for shit
God blessed me with a talent, so I gotta use it
You can feel it in your soul,when you hear my music
Lil' niggas get influenced, I ain't direct 'em in the wrong way
'Cause at the end of the day, you on your own way
I just hope it's right, live your life, keep a tight circle
Everybody ain't your friends, they'll hurt you
Let you down if you depend on 'em, f*ck losin', we win'd on 'em
My troubles all in God's hands, keep drums like a live band
Posted on that Westbrook, no Bryant
Foreign on Forgi's, that's my neck look, no lyin'
No need for cryin'
No mercy, no forgiveness
Came up with B Smith that's my motherf*ckin' witness
f*ck bitches, they say family first
Well I'm still tryna figure out how my family works
Honestly, family hurt you the worst (They do)
Gossip Saturday night, Sunday in church
But I'm always hip to shit shit, motherf*ckers be hypocrites
They gon' be sick I'm rich, tell my pit: "Sic 'em, bitch"
I ball on them broke niggas, I'm gettin' my load still
Real nigga shit, how the f*ck you expose real?
Love and drugs go hand-to-hand like a relay
Money got her all on my D-I-C-K
Bands, I can toss a few, you know just who I'm talkin' to
When I say we got birds, I mean the ones who squawkin', boo
Lookin' in your eyes, I can tell you wanna sex me
Pop a nigga, drop a nigga if they disrespect me
Might have to sit down and knock out two
Come home, be the man, I'll be right back boo
Just write me, get my address from Jared or Josh
And when a nigga touch down, make you sure you blow up my socks

Do that
Ayy, make sure you do that if I touch down, nigga
Trial start on Wednesday, it ain't shit
Real niggas recognize real, you know what time it is, nigga
Free Rio
R.I.P. Nunu, Goose, Mojo, my old dude
Niggas know what time it is, nigga
All the goons, nigga, if you love me, I love you
The mob, nigga
Helluva
Niggas know what time it is, nigga, I love y'all, nigga
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Come on

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