Penthouse With The Fire Place

{Verse 1: Beamon}
My heart broke in that room
Where she left me
Back in 2010 me and lewis
Was skyping
Boy we was twinning still the coldest
In our cities we put coats all over limbs
And still no niggas fucking with me
Light skin beamon still get gothic
With his flows
Lights get darker then he starts
To going off
Young hoody weather my hoody black
Got my long boots
Y'all got the wrong one lil
Beamon snatch souls
I ain't at your party
Girl you see the black clothes
Skinny yellow beamon he still feel
Like lonzo
He need million dollars and lions
Barking inside the condo
I don't want nothing just songs y'all like
To go away
Dawg i'm dead the shadows in your room
The ghost of me
Dawg i'm winter baby i might make it
Snow in may
Switch up on me it's okay but dawg
You know you lame

[Verse 2: Lewis Is Dead]
4 years later
Somehow this shit still feel the same
Too late for you opps
I call the shots like Johnny Crane
Louie run the Cult
Usain Bolt in my Lane
I got a feeling this shit for the killers
That hide in the hoop
This for my niggas that tried to be us but then turned into you
Look at my wolf walk
Nigga my looks talk
I was Madison Avenue mad at you
All of this good gone
Shinigami with the pen game
Sending niggas to they end game
Headlock nigga Ving Rhames
Fuckin this beat but I been came
Come out to jersey this year
Wait for the furs that I wear
I feel like Ma$e in his prime
Look out for Trina somewhere
Beamon the god of the fears
I’m like a reaper or something
Demonic creep for the summer
Know that the season is coming