Chiraq (Beast Mix)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood] Beast, beast, HA! My money late, it's no explanation No conversation, just confrontation They never safe, it's no combination That chopper handy, your accommodations I'm beast mode, and my new flow is like C4 and that's abomination I'm dedicated, I'm levitated, this shit I'm smoking, they medicated Shoot pussy niggas, ya'll never try me Ya'll mama then would be devastated Running round with them young niggas Them 30 pistols ain’t registrated They rob niggas and love beef They sneeking out when they mom sleep They switching whips and they bustin' licks And they love the ride to that Chief Keef I’m back up on to my bullshit, fresh up off of that pulpit Say a prayer for the Naysayers, y'all better know who y'all fuckin with Get in line for that summer time cause this summer’s mine, you better recognize Bad bitches on big yachts and they do whatever, that’s for the Vine These hoes be gassing niggas, now all of a sudden they talking crazy Niggas thugging on Internets until we on they corner like Champ Bailey Instagramming i dont give a damn when they blocka blam and they can’t save'em All i heard was “oh Lord, Jesus they still pleading that poor baby" Illest, you know what, I’m switching the flow They see the glow when i walk through the door Money the motive i’m whipping the Lotust I’m more than unfocused, you know it for sho' I body whatever Beast nigga Rappers on my plate, now that’s a feast nigga That’s a feast nigga Rappers on my plate, now that’s a feast niggas Now that’s a feast nigga, rappers on my plate, now that’s a feast nigga Ain’t no games, my new shit is on the way See y'all niggas better tighten up cause we ? out a few days away