What’s Beef J. Stone (Ft. Dave East)

(Verse 1: Infant J Stone)
Bases loaded like I’m trying to bring my bros home
And it’s my time to bat
I feel like the Loc is on his own
And when I sleep I feel like I gotta hold my chrome
Rest in peace to Nip
I’m feeling like they did my homie wrong
Damn
That’s some shit I never fathomed
Feel like yesterday, we was dipping in that Phantom
Now I’m laying flowers at ya gravesite
Lighting candles
They say God wouldn’t put nothing on you, you could handle
Got my chin up
And my chest out
For a long time I felt like I was left out
Never leave thе house without it when I step out
In casе you ain’t know
Let me show you what that West bout
The good die young
Grannys bury they Grandson
You gotta ride with one
12 year olds toting handguns
Real shit
Still gotta win this race, fuck how long it take
Setting for nothing that’s the wrong mistake