Beg

[Chorus 1: Suspect]
Ayy, man said that he knows me
But he's a fucking beg
I'll make my younger do him dirty
See that top? Go shade that in red
No, I ain't your fucking school teacher
Top marks for going off the edge
That means hit his friend as well
And that's another fucking Z
Man said he knows me
But he's a fucking beg
I'll make my younger do him dirty
See that top? Go shade that in red
No, I ain't your fucking school teacher
Top marks for going off the edge
I love it when these fucking little niggas on reck

[Verse 1: Suspect]
I beg a man witness
What a man's doing to these riddims
From I linked up with Fly, it was written
And he flang me a beat and man rid it
I mean, who would have thought I'd be spitting?
All of this work a man's put in
Plug thinks I'm a joke man
All of these birds I've been flipping
I've been tryna teach you
But you pussyholes just won't listen
This here is some serious fucking words of wisdom
Gems in every bar I give them
Schooling the game, no tuition fee
Studying how I flex, they just wanna be we
There goes S, the flamboyant G
They wan' copy my style, they know I keep it prestige
Pussy nigga say he knows me
But he's a fucking beg
He just wanted some protection
Now watch how he end up next
That nigga was lucky
He could have met his death
I told T "just take the chain
And then bring me his Rolex"

[Chorus 2: Suspect]
Man said that he knows me
But he's a fucking beg
I'll make my mash go to work
See that top? Go colour it red
No, I ain't your fucking school teacher
Top marks for going off the edge
That means hit his friend as well
And that's another fucking Z
Man said he knows me
But he's a fucking beg
I'll make my younger do him dirty
See that top? Go shade that in red
No, I ain't your fucking school teacher
Top marks for going off the edge
I love it when these fucking little niggas on reck

[Verse 2: Cadell & Suspect]
Still shotting on all of you broke boys
You're looking at me like I started or something
I've got hittas for all of you broke boys (bruck boys)
And I ain't talking 'bout my cousin or nuttin'
And we're sicker than all of these fake rappers (course)
Before the fans and shit, we was famous (uh, and rich)
Little nigga, you need a life check
You need some new trainers (and a bitch)
I'm on bare antics (oh)
Serving up clear and criss
My brudda [?]
We could have spent bare on this
Know about us? How?
'Cause Tom, Dick and Harry love gossip
On the frontline, you ain't really on shit
I've never had a job but I need new mop sticks
Pussy nigga say he knows me
If so, go put in some work
I'm gonna start taxing these begs
Everybody's gotta pay by the third
Me? I'm by the third
Holla at H on a whippin' excursh
Stupid fucking nerd
Leave me alone before you get hurt

[Chorus 3: Suspect]
Man said that he knows me
But he's a fucking beg (beggar)
I'll make my mash go to work
See that top? Go colour it red
No, I ain't your fucking school teacher
Top marks for going off the edge
That means hit his friend as well
And that's another fucking Z
Man said he knows me
But he's a fucking beg
I'll make my younger do him dirty
See that top? Go shade that in red
No, I ain't your fucking school teacher
Top marks for going off the edge
Ayy
I love it when these fucking little niggas on reck