Royce Da 5'9" - Beats Keep Callin' (Freestyle) lyrics

(Intro) Whatever, whatever, whatever Mr. Porter don’t trust you I’m gon bust you ni**a That thang pop, pop pop Whatever, whatever, whatever If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gonna shoot you Whatever, whatever (Verse) This that your career’s over flow for real This ain’t four wheel, who ever poke headed Came bone chilling, cold with no feelings Banging, dope dealing, Hov with no ceilings, Wayne Started out like my shoe gun, heavy is the head with the crown Slaughterhouse my mind’s two tons, heart is out like John Q son And everything you say greasy and made up like a piece of cheesesteak And everything I say come natural and a thing of beauty like Alicia Key’s face How can I be hated in the streets, when I’m on even on my off day I’m creative when it’s beef, while you throw salt, I’m your baby mama and them new salt bae Molotov through your restuarant window Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll, Nickel Nine, Ricky Grimes I’m silverster mind bender I spark fours, that’ll arch floors That’ll have whoever acting hardcore Doing parkour, I’ma dog Porter Brought the dog for, recording harsh thoughts for the art form Taking me to your leader is like showing Chuck Norris where the gla** door is While I’m just tryna stay outta jail Last war I stay strapped for it Y’all can run while the gats blowing And if I miss your a**, then I guess you saved by the bell, like Zack Morris I’m on bando time when I ride through cities Before my time R.I.P. Bobby, Christie Or Bobby, Whitney, flow K-Ci, JoJo Like that Tech N9ne go KC, mojo I don’t stand my ground, I just demolish ni**as Simple you against me you ain’t riding with me b**h not only do I kiss and tell, I’m Orlando Brown when I describe them titties I’m the rubberband man, but I do more than count bands F**k sipping 40 ounces, I’m sober out here, f**king hoes like 40 oz Van Ni**a I’m Pusha T doing quiet numbers, getting silent money, I’ll retire from it, I don’t dress loud, I throw the flyness on it Let the labels talk and Desiigner mumble like Donald Trump Throwing money hitting everybody and they auntie up Trying to find someone to come perform for me fore I f**k the whole entire country up I’m the first one gunnin, last one running To enlightened for a check, woo! Any rapper that want it, I’m back, one hundred Invite em to a scrap, woo! I narrow down s**t the Farrakhan way You can find me anywhere the crime wave I’m Schwarzenegger, you Sarah Conner and your favorite rapper acting Eric Andre