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beefers only - make family not friends lyrics

[part 1.]

[james goryczyca, cxrpse]
(check check, make family, yeah, not friends
yeah, yeah, woo
never once [ok] did i truly believe [yeah] i’d never be alone
yeah, yeah, never once, never once)
all started with me, only beefers, (beefers)
[?] on the leisure, (leisure)
little did they know blood went deeper, (deeper)
god bless the social crеatures, (creatures)
all startеd with me, only beefers, (beefers)
[?] on the leisure, (leisure)
little did they know blood went deeper, (deeper)
god bless the social creatures, (creatures)
never once did i truly believe i’d never be alone
intrusive thoughts reaffirm my doubts inside
my dome
so it’s a miracle the world showed me to my home
i met my people for life inside a digital zone
and then i saw in the flesh i’m not hallucinatin’
words couldn’t express these overflowing feelings
epiphanies shortly after shined light on inner demons
if i could find this alone i could do anything
i never liked talkin’ to most individuals
cus i don’t like gettin’ buddy buddy with imbeciles
we don’t make fake relations, we end those
me and my fam here to make every day liveable
outside, lookin’ in, my moves mythical
we just keep the circle holy and close, [?]
in this sh*t all together that sh*t’s reciprocal
make family not friends the principle
(yeeaaahh)
[cxrpse]
yea i been making music since 2011
born a legend better watch out where you steppin’
you a peasant in the present
i’ve lived through all this beef sh*t, street sh*t
been the only n*gga consistently with the heat b*tch
you can’t even see this
(oohh, i’m just getting started, let’s get creative)
in mfnf [?]
i got the beat and i’m k!llin it, uh
tucker told me i’m rippin’ it, uh
i don’t got time to be fittin’ it, uh
i’m not tay k i don’t be doing the race
ion like n0body cus they be fake
(aight no more this triplet sh*t i was too hype to get on this)
yeah f*ck it
in mfnf we in the function like no russian
n*ggas want money, there ain’t no time for a discussion
if a motherf*cker want to get his head busted
calling up the gang
drum his body like percussion
yea, this a f*cked up world
it’s a f*cked up life
with some f*cked up friends
with a f*cked up knife
yea, i say f*ck my life but it don’t mean nothin’
cause does it really mean a thing
if you don’t feel something?
everyday, the same cycle full of mean muggin’
and all the industry labels and lizard beings love it
but we makin’ sh*t
breakin’ the limits of they creativeness
they hatin’ the [?] end the beef
i had they favorite and they pay to win
soul sucking b*tches we gotta fade ‘em
and they paper*made
causing endangerment of some greater sh*t
y’all took the art out of artists
you n*ggas are r*t*rded
in mfnf, full of people that go the hardest
takin’ the barriers, throw them sh*ts inside the garbage, ooohhh
y’all took the art out of artists
you n*ggas are r*t*rded
in mfnf, full of people that go the hardest
takin’ the barriers, throw them sh*ts inside the garbage
uhhhh i think i’m done here, (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
[bruhmanegod]
s*soju in my stomach got me wobbly
only rappin’ sh*t to stay in tune with my autonomy
mfnf finna f*ck up the economy
ever*every structure in the underground topply
(topply)
beamy god, spit articulate and properly
that’s the sh*t that they gon’ put in my biography
feelin’ so right, they think that sum’ wrong with me
they up on the spotlight, get the f*ck up off my property, b*tch
spray dance, i gotta spray dance
ever since altercation sh*t
ain’t never had to make sense
we ain’t beefin’ if we never really made friends
i, praise meant
that it finally had me reawaken but
wait on mistakes and check
i’m finna make this check
and if he playin’ with my family
i’ll break his neck, and if he tryna step
he probably should save his breath
all of the fake asses, i’m moving way past them
(wait on mistakes and check
i’m finna make this check
and if he playin’ with my family
i’ll break his neck
wait on mistakes and check
i’m finna make this check
and if he playin’ with my family
i’ll break hi* break hi*
wait on mistakes and check
i’m finna make ma*ma*ma*
and if he playin’ with my family
i’ll break his neck
wait on mistakes and check
i’m finna make this check
and if he playin’ with my family
i’ll break his neck)
[lvst]
*spit* in the face of every plant, put the red nose on
guess i’ll dress and pay the rent, hut two, hut two
the war be coming to a bat, tryna steal all the info in the messages we sent, uh yea yea
you know, forcing red, fill a head with the mess
that you spread, on the phone, uh
in the form of meds, give a step, pay the rent, or
your beds in the co*concrete cage called home
yea, yea we stay dynamic and classic
i beat the beats out they bracket
i’m always doublin’ damage
until the message impacted
i made some fans from the passion
i know we goofy and random
but we still spit at the f*g*g*g*gots
who out here ruining the magic, yea, yea
this sh*t is so digestible, i aim ‘em in my reticle
that reticle won’t save you, when i’m cutting off your t*st*cl*
like it’s a boomin’ festival
keep practicin’ like a vegetable
keep drinking all that medic and die just like a federal, fed*fe*fe

[navvvi]
i could barely look a f*cker in the eye
wouldn’t try ‘cause the pain in my brain
always tend to multiply, hard to even spit
tell my family about sh*t, cus i don’t know sh*t
how deep i’m in the sh*t, yeah
success is my only appetite, yeah
but i’m stuck, flashbanged by a bright light
water tight, parasite
all the only people i tend to attract
reach out; spread fingers on my f*cking camel back
break my f*ckin’ piggy bank to the finish line
single file one at a time, gotta know
b*tch, i gotta know
b*tch, i gotta know
b*tch, i gotta know, (yeah)
tired of screamin’ on these muhf*ckin’ tracks
yeah
tired of singin’ on these muhf*ckin’ tracks
yeah
tired of rappin’ on these muhf*ckin’ tracks
yeah
nah, i’m tired o’ cappin’ on these f*ckin’ tracks
yeah

[snipztea]
one, two, check check check check
n*ggas only wanna talk from the crystals on they neck
but when i beckon at these n*ggas
they don’t know what’s comin’ next
but i be lookin’ at the list and i be askin’, “who’s next?”
who’s up? no, we locked in
we took the top down and changed the top in
you know d*mn well they wouldn’t took a n*gga out the cage
you know d*mn well i gotta lay this dumbbell on your face
you know d*mn well n*gga you will never ever say
“they ain’t part o’ mob, ain’t part o’ crew”
you could say your name, i’m still gon’ be like “who the f*ck is you?”
all that sound like is a n*gga plan wasn’t foolproof
really think you shooting at the fam but we bulletproof
whip the glock out, check the time; sh*t, i guess it’s time out
i’ll get back to you in a second
i ain’t finished up, i’m just trying to give time to my brethren

[d’haelo]
don’t be fooled by appearances or what you see
i’m a rebel in disguise, breaking boundaries and breaking free
you can try to keep me unstable, i’ll rise above the flame
act like an angel but the only halo is on my name
these people stuck in the dark while my family’s one who matters
three streetlights, but the only one is shattered
a noticeable improvement in our already shattered population
f*ck this bullsh*t, i sacrifice my old b*st*rd onto mainland
i’m a renegade, defying the rules they impose
i’ll fight for the truth, till last breath it flows
i won’t be controlled, i break free from their chains
a revolution’s brewing and it’s running through my veins

[stvrfire]
i am the god of the deep
down in the sea i’m asleep
fatherly murder the beast
sodom gomorrah the beast
i am the sp*wn of the seed
i am the shark at the beach
parking the car with the keys
carving the mark of the beast
soldiers are going to war
bombing and looting the stores
officers f*cking the wh0res
hatred and f*cking divorce
that’s about par for the course
stopping the heart at the source
that’s the hot spot in a rock till i drop on the floor

[saint sleep]
wanna see the world burn? imma do it
crack my back carrying the game
i been leaking spinal fluid
take a slip and slide inside it
and you introduced to all the pain
it’s not the same without your favourite saint and the big fam
1980′ pinto, dry heaving out the window
breathe slow, words hanging in your ears
need to see a seer just to know our next moves
beefers only, vacate the headsp*ce
live inside your brain rent free

[kyle slow]
when i start i ain’t stoppin’
yea they know how im rockin’
roll up a spliff then i spark it
then i always get the feelin’ the whole world has been watchin’
the whole game has been rotten
cus i forgot to embalm it
and i never liked that girl so she stalkin’
then i put that b*tch in a crippler
i stack my money then triple it
box you in like a limiter
i miss the times that were simpler
now all the rappers wanna be at the top
kinda like the prime minister
but they all sound too similar
guess i’m way too particular
steal yo’ b*tch then i tickle her
run your sh*t like a swindler
had to up my vernacular
i’m shooting rays perpendicular
while i check the perimeter
so i hope you took notes, calligrapher
my naivety led me to scars that i can never heal
grey matter, permanent marks tatted and sealed
questioning, day to day, if i liked how to feel
either way my heart ain’t exposed, i got a shield
too many times at a young age to be disappointed
internal wiring flayed, connections disjointed
all the uncertainty creates more inward torment
immaturity stunted, it stagnant and laid dormant
had some people around me that i thought i could trust
until the time rusted away the metal husk
impossible to tell which of them was just out for blood
i let this moment be a turning point for me to learn from
when i awoke, not a single hand to lend
acquaintances followed the wind, i just sit and fend
never knew that this would come to such an end
swore to myself that day
i’d make family not friends

[part 2.]

[bruhmanegod]
whooaa, woah, whooaa, woah
whooaa, aha, oh, whooaa, aha, oh
whoa whoa whoa whoa
i ain’t been outside, in the crib
[?]
shouts to family ? at least i had real friends huh
i was eighteen they was talking down
[?]
if it weren’t for mfnf, shoot myself in the head yuh
break down all the barriers watch everybody frown now
smoking [?]
we posted in the loud house
if you ain’t my brethren i ain’t tryna hear your soundcloud
if he think he coolin’ with me tell his ass ? lights out
true k, [?] k, turn you to a p**p stain
i go on the [?], beamy god and zeus mane
i’m outside with wendigo, i’m posted with my jews mane
mfnf show you how to tell who’s real ‘n’ who’s fake
been that soldier, boy i thought you knew this
i been k!lling sh*t since i was lookin’ like a bonus
all these local f*ggots [?]
it’s like past too late [?]

[james gorczyca]
yeah yeah ooh, yeah yeah ooh
yeah yeah ooh, yeah yeah ooh
yeah yeah ooh, yeah yeah ooh
yeah yeah ooh, yeah yeah ooh
yeah yeah ooh
they want beef, well lil b*tch it’s beefers only
(yeah, ooh)
they want beef, well lil b*tch it’s beefers only
(yeah, ooh)
they want beef, well lil b*tch it’s beefers only
(yeah, ooh)
they want beef, well lil b*tch it’s beefers only
i’m a worryin’ ass chef, i handle beef like i’m picasso
cook you a filet mignon, dress you up with cilantro
are you stupid or you dumb, either way roll you in topango
heat you up regardless, stay heated like some tabasco
[?]
don’t make us pull out wicked wizardry ‘cause we some dark magicians
they can hate all on the fam but they don’t understand the vision
we the mafia, the mob, we don’t care if they ain’t listen
we got demon, we got [?]
we got [?] but we not arby’s
we move just like we an army
going global, just a hobby
makin’ money, makin’ [?]
we gon’ kick ‘em like a lobby
we gon’ kick ‘em like karate
we gon’ sh*t on ‘em like potty
we got [?]
[?]
make my opps sing holy moly
[?] roly poly
we ain’t know you, you not brodie
we the fam, you stay lonely
we get bam, we get money
we stay winning, makin’ dubbys

[saint sleep]
and we getting big like broly
blow up kamikaze
probably make another banger while you potty training
face it ain’t so based, you waiting for this cow to milk itself
but we turned that cow to beef
it’s beefers only beefing only beefing till you sad and lonely
inside a biopic about yourself
i’m getting casted as ye old doubt
mfnf, we cured the drought
i ain’t gon’ quit unless i’m slouched
lay down lay down, face down face down
half of y’all can’t go to playgrounds
please quit before you get beat down
beefers only, we don’t f*ck around

[deucefade]
we got beef then say so
that boy don’t got no pesos
i feel like jeff bezos
i feel like, feel like jeff bezos
i step on sh*t like legos
i pop my sh*t like swagos
i slide, like nato
i’m fried, potato
he died, tomato
like trip, like [?]
in turks, and caicos
with turks, and dracos
not turks, i hate those
them moneys, i make those
you promise, i’ll break those
that grimness on the payroll

[snipztea]
alright, turn me up
sorry in advance james ‘cause a n*gga revvin’ up
these n*ggas don’t know what they in fo’ so i had to mag dump
and none these n*ggas part the mob they don’t know beefers going up
so hit the street i’ll say what’s up, (up, up, up)
yeah, yeah, yeah
feel like slime seed*o inside this hoe the way i move inside
if you gon’ board the plane lil n*gga just know i’m gon’ be the pilot
yeah, what’s next, tip?
the way i’m k!lling all these n*ggas, i must have souls inside that [?]
yeah, get back, get back, get back
get your get back, for that get back, (urgh)
who he, who she, b*tch i turn them both into some sushi
and all my n*ggas got my back, like a n*gga name [?]
but you ain’t got motion and you lack
i can make you go kablooey
hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh, urgh
posted in the bag and yeah i’m chillin’ with the crew
we finna rule the planet, you can’t tell us what to do
i keep a [?] in my pocket so i’m booted on the moon
okay, now real sh*t, nifty in the buildin’
this is not a drill but right now n*gga i am drillin’
i can’t be a hero cus this beat right now i’m k!llin’
they talk they talk but don’t back they walk
like n*gga what’s the deal then?
i just wanna see a milli
i just wanna see a billi
i just wanna see a trilli
i just wanna see quadrilli
i just want my wallet me b*tch
i’m the number one beefer
b*tch i rock like bobby, b*tch
and yes i keep a tool
just so you can be a zombie, b*tch
back out on the lobby
your aim is like too sloppy
and it don’t fit the d*mn salami
now why don’t it don’t fit salami?

[outro]

make family not friends
t*t*turn this sh*t up
huehuehuehahahaha

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