Vārdi:
Beat Path

Well I'm trying to be patient But the wheels keep turning round But it's a treadmill and I just dragging my feet I'm so tired of everything Defeated by

into the club and he said he said "Hey girl, can't you walk a mile and not stray?" Father I'm torn and I'm selling my soul to the Rhythm, the beat and

s why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes

to make history I'm speakin' it real Back track to the days when I ain't have me a deal, yeah So I'ma show the world that I'm ill Every beat that i get

, ghetto sweet breezin' through the evenin', bam I'm on the lounge path for the warm blast Got the John shaft cocked back and loaded, bam I beat it,

the path that I am walkin' As I make my way back up that windy road again The smell of mountain laurel fills the air with sweet perfume My heart beats

weak soldiers Givin' you the real thugsta devotion Bringin' my city with me, pin me Everyday, It's going down in the town I stay Come around my way, hear the beat

the paper-thin And I breathe oxygen, and you rhymin' 'bout rocks again You stagnant, standin' still enough to feel the world spin I'm beginnin' to smell the end in the path

a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the block Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my chest up? Beat