King Of Beecher YSR Gramz
"King Of Beecher" by YSR Gramz, released in 2023, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, ambition, and street life. The lyrics reflect the artist's journey from struggle to success, emphasizing authenticity and community. Unique elements include a gritty beat and vivid storytelling, resonating with listeners in urban culture.
[Intro]
(JMC, you goin' crazy)
Here you go, a lighter, bro, right here, bro, look, man
[Chorus]
Might tat' the B on my face 'cause I'm king of Beecher
Dog ain't ballin' no more, that nigga on the bleachers
Dog dropped another mixtape, that shit gettin' weaker
A car or a crib, that nigga broke, he ain't got neither
Bro don't sell dope or weed, that nigga slide Visas
Bitch can't get shit from YSR but a slice of pizza
You know YSR talk brazy, you wanna buy a feature?
Bro said he took from the gun from him 'cause he ain't bust his heater
[Verse 1]
Ran it up in a Nike Tech, I don't fuck with Adida'
Told bro I don't fuck with dog, he don't fuck with him either
Pay Scamm for his Telеgram, you just gotta read it
She tried to makе me pay for the head, told the bitch to beat it
Type of bitch don't even let you fuck, but she make you eat it
Seen an opp shoppin' in the mall, they thought he seen Jesus
Big four-five on my hip'll make you meet Jesus
I showed my lil' nigga forty-ball 'cause he ain't never seen it
I won't tell them pigs nothin', even if I seen it
I'm on some chill shit today, I'm finna Purple jean it
You in an R/T Charger, that is not no Demon
They shot at him, he ain't shoot back, he is not no demon
I know I told that bitch I love her, but I did not mean it
The Glock gave him an early bedtime, but he not dreamin'
Bro gettin' thirty-five for P's, I gotta go to Phoenix
This chopstick'll turn a Scat Pack to a Lamborghini
He got hit in his head, now he wear a beanie
Lab diamonds in his chain, he got fake VV's
I really think I'm John Cena, niggas can't see me
If I catch a nigga stealin' from me, I'ma break fingers
(JMC, you goin' crazy)
Here you go, a lighter, bro, right here, bro, look, man
[Chorus]
Might tat' the B on my face 'cause I'm king of Beecher
Dog ain't ballin' no more, that nigga on the bleachers
Dog dropped another mixtape, that shit gettin' weaker
A car or a crib, that nigga broke, he ain't got neither
Bro don't sell dope or weed, that nigga slide Visas
Bitch can't get shit from YSR but a slice of pizza
You know YSR talk brazy, you wanna buy a feature?
Bro said he took from the gun from him 'cause he ain't bust his heater
[Verse 1]
Ran it up in a Nike Tech, I don't fuck with Adida'
Told bro I don't fuck with dog, he don't fuck with him either
Pay Scamm for his Telеgram, you just gotta read it
She tried to makе me pay for the head, told the bitch to beat it
Type of bitch don't even let you fuck, but she make you eat it
Seen an opp shoppin' in the mall, they thought he seen Jesus
Big four-five on my hip'll make you meet Jesus
I showed my lil' nigga forty-ball 'cause he ain't never seen it
I won't tell them pigs nothin', even if I seen it
I'm on some chill shit today, I'm finna Purple jean it
You in an R/T Charger, that is not no Demon
They shot at him, he ain't shoot back, he is not no demon
I know I told that bitch I love her, but I did not mean it
The Glock gave him an early bedtime, but he not dreamin'
Bro gettin' thirty-five for P's, I gotta go to Phoenix
This chopstick'll turn a Scat Pack to a Lamborghini
He got hit in his head, now he wear a beanie
Lab diamonds in his chain, he got fake VV's
I really think I'm John Cena, niggas can't see me
If I catch a nigga stealin' from me, I'ma break fingers
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