Drew Famous, Levi Hinson - BEAM Lyrics

Been wylin since triple zero, my origin
Stumbling through trouble and mumbling "where the porridge is?"
I need the top peeled back like oranges
Really ain't no telling what this rap life encourages
I need the exact amount, in the bag, can't torrent this
Like, I am so 2014 forest hills
Way I gotta run it these days
Nice watch, still I struggle to remember these days
They know the boy so free though
And I keep the pen up in the pen like Greedo
Screaming two syllables, the boy so CeeLo
Keeping my plottin under wraps like kilos
I am not the type to self snitch
Motherfucker I spent way too much time digging myself outta ditches
Every time I go to drop it's like Christmas
I see them kids, they wanna know how I live
That's why I’m dropping these films, my face plastered for replay
Ask me for advice, all I can say is to keep safe
Every rap line that I’ve written is like a keepsake
TM things baby, had to tell em keep pace
See the major keys that I say on these beats
Don't let nobody disguise it or ever come in between
I’m a national treasure, and since I started it rap's getting better
So I can't let no one hold a vendetta
Without arriving on stretchers
It's time to lace up baby
I run this beat like a Sketcher
And all they doin is pester
My raps cleaner and fresher than the Forces I lay in front of the dresser
Don't ball up the problems, let's just address it
I be fighting with depression
All them times that I can't help but feel I’m stuck
Shit
So when it comes to writing lines the only thing that I cannot give is a fuck
Fuck
Fuck y’all
Don’t scratch out another line on my paper please
Skip to the future, I’m gone shoot you with my laser beam
Wish I was born in 2020, who knows if I’d still lace up beats
I’m just tryna see what happens to the waste we leave
That’s what I think bout when I’m high as a bitch
I been wasted so much damn time just trying to fit
But fuck that shit, I’m just tryna exist
& do my shit, ball my fist if you tryna get a hit in
& I’ma never miss one
Keep swinging till the end of the inning
Keep spinning in the midst of this life we living
& please don’t get it twisted, if you want it you can get it
I could never let up or let life wash over me
You don’t impress me, I ain’t hyped up by who oversees
I racked up streams overseas, but I totally believe
If I popped up no one would notice me
Fuck being noticed please, prefer to keep to myself
These bitches be nosy, cleaning my damn sheets
Got OJ in my canteen, fuck living fancy
Sometimes I be going in like I got the whole world on her hands & knees
& I woke up in the morning to her blowing up my phone talking bout
I can’t even stand, sheesh
I can’t even stand, sheesh
I can’t even stand me, but
Swear to God on top this world I’m gone be standing

Been wylin since triple zero, my origin
Stumbling through trouble and mumbling "where the porridge is?"
I need the top peeled back like oranges
Really ain't no telling what this rap life encourages
I need the exact amount, in the bag, can't torrent this
Like, I am so 2014 forest hills
Way I gotta run it these days
Nice watch, still I struggle to remember these days
They know the boy so free though
And I keep the pen up in the pen like Greedo
Screaming two syllables, the boy so CeeLo
Keeping my plottin under wraps like kilos
I am not the type to self snitch
Motherfucker I spent way too much time digging myself outta ditches
Every time I go to drop it's like Christmas
I see them kids, they wanna know how I live
That's why I’m dropping these films, my face plastered for replay
Ask me for advice, all I can say is to keep safe
Every rap line that I’ve written is like a keepsake
TM things baby, had to tell em keep pace
See the major keys that I say on these beats
Don't let nobody disguise it or ever come in between
I’m a national treasure, and since I started it rap's getting better
So I can't let no one hold a vendetta
Without arriving on stretchers
It's time to lace up baby
I run this beat like a Sketcher
And all they doin is pester
My raps cleaner and fresher than the Forces I lay in front of the dresser
Don't ball up the problems, let's just address it
I be fighting with depression
All them times that I can't help but feel I’m stuck
Shit
So when it comes to writing lines the only thing that I cannot give is a fuck
Fuck
Fuck y’all
Don’t scratch out another line on my paper please
Skip to the future, I’m gone shoot you with my laser beam
Wish I was born in 2020, who knows if I’d still lace up beats
I’m just tryna see what happens to the waste we leave
That’s what I think bout when I’m high as a bitch
I been wasted so much damn time just trying to fit
But fuck that shit, I’m just tryna exist
& do my shit, ball my fist if you tryna get a hit in
& I’ma never miss one
Keep swinging till the end of the inning
Keep spinning in the midst of this life we living
& please don’t get it twisted, if you want it you can get it
I could never let up or let life wash over me
You don’t impress me, I ain’t hyped up by who oversees
I racked up streams overseas, but I totally believe
If I popped up no one would notice me
Fuck being noticed please, prefer to keep to myself
These bitches be nosy, cleaning my damn sheets
Got OJ in my canteen, fuck living fancy
Sometimes I be going in like I got the whole world on her hands & knees
& I woke up in the morning to her blowing up my phone talking bout
I can’t even stand, sheesh
I can’t even stand, sheesh
I can’t even stand me, but
Swear to God on top this world I’m gone be standing