Correction Lyrics Beast Unleashed 4 by Vin Jay

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Gather 'round, come place ya bets
Let me welcome everybody to the main event
The fourth "Beast Unleashed" and we came correct
So go and let ya heads bop till you break ya neck
I laid to rest the ones who were doubting me
Now I'm all up in your face, f**k boundaries
And I'ma haunt they dreams, while they sound asleep
And I'ma burn sh*t down like a pound of Kief

Tell 'em all I been living like I'm on death row
You can hear it when I'm talkin' - strep throat
Young rapper that turned to a clef note
Pull up for the bag, then I'm out like presto
They fill 'em in the gang and I pull payments
Made 'em a little bank and they gettin anxious
Strangle 'em in the basement I'm feelin dangerous
Dangle 'em with a crane, give 'em all a face lift
Get views and views and linguistics
Y'all just rap, I truly do business
Never go broke, I loot recruit's interest
Put on my tunes, your crew like "who is this?"
Dead broke, but they diamonds drippin'
They wanna flex on the gram, but they drive a civic
And everybody been tellin me that the sky's the limit
But I been goin' up a mothaf**kin' mile a minute
Just watch, I been committing big news and I ain't gon' stop
Tell I'm rackin' up quick views and I'ma get guap
Every time when they click through, I got it on lock
And a f**king Jujutsu
But rap is a marshal artist, it's hard to
Start
From picking all the bars apart
For smart remarks, it ain't about the farlin cars
Or sparkling jars of weed, that was
Tryna start beef with the larger star
Y'all got next I'm a legend right now
I got the throne where the hell is my crown?
Can't sit still so I'm sellin' my couch
Wrist band, if it ain't about the cheddar, I'm out
Y'all claim that I been a little hostile
Bout to put 'em in a bit of a debacle
Swoop up your girl then I hit her in the tonsils
Man that b*t*h should be living in a brothel
Rolling heavy, hope you hoes are ready
Pull up at they funeral and blow confetti
Got a loaded semi, turn your bones to jelly
I'ma leave 'em drippin' like a broken levy
B*t*h I'm ready to hunt again
My stomach is rumbling, I'm at the peak of the summit
I pop 'em like supplements
So tell 'em I'm rippin' the heat, I don't need me no oven mitts
Wait I don't have a thug's life
Gotta stay true dog, y'all have been the sus type
I been in the field, tho? (*Sounding like a Bud Light?*)
Please stop spittin', I thought you grippin' the gun tight
Y'all just rappers ,really bad actors
Only time you kill anybody is through laughter
Open up your mouth and the lies come after
Better off tryna be a home town pastor
Take over the game like I'm using cheats
I kill 'em all doesn't really matter who competes
I just rack up a couple milli views a week
Until the bands get heavy like a Judas Priest
They hatin' but know what I did is superb
What you making probably I triple in merch
I take 'em to hell like they lit up a church
You came for the beef and now dinner is served
Now they watchin what I been on, they want me gone
Cause every time I drop a bomb, it's nonchalant
I do it cause I'm on the job, I'm like a US pilot for Nagasaki
I be winnin' the war, we killin' 'em with cripplin' force
They hear me comin like I'm whippin a porch
And drop bombs, ain't nobody wanna give me the torch
If they don't wanna let me in, then I'ma kick in the door
Live ya life or your computer b*t*hin'
I'ma cop a ghost like I ain't superst**ious
In the proof I'm driven is the coop I'm whippin
No limits, ain't no wonder why the roof is missin'
But I'm beastly, better believe we back when we
Knee deep in the green we relax, sweet dreams
When they receive these tracks, like GG
I'ma go clean these plaques
So I been a mess, sh*t I'm not a bit impressed
Whole day spent just trippin' on the internet
Thirty years old, no wonder why they livin' that
Hating on me, instead of tryna make a bigger check
Still I been a king and they gotta bow to me
Road to a hundred mill, sh*t sound nutty
I don't wanna talk if it ain't about money
I been laughing to the bank, like a hundred sound funny
Broke in the game, b*t*h you dumb for lettin' me
I been comin with the flavor like a public enemy
They be lovin' when I rap and they bump the melodies
Ain't a moment that you petty little bums offended me
Hello rap game, I'm your new savior
Never really been a debates on who greater
Rose from the mud, it's been my true nature
They sell out red rocks, when y'all move paper
Really feel like I'm an urban legend
And my vocal chords a f**king murder weapon
Never stressin who my words offended
Till my final breath, I rap my first amendment

Really feel like I'm an urban legend
And my vocal chords a f**king murder weapon
Never stressin who my words offended
Till my final breath, I rap my first amendment
Lil b*t*h

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