They be crying to me,
They be fighting the heat,
Think i’ll let it slide,
Must be out they mind.
Take a seat.

They be crying to me,
Ain’t got no time,
Ain’t got no beef,
Muddying the carpets,
Prepare for cleats.

Can’t handle the heat,
Get the **** out the kitchen.
Watching em sweat & pant, looking more purple than a beet.
Tucking and rolling, didn’t I tell ya not to be slipping?
Out of pocket like pipen, taking a retreat.
Think ya was French, pardon my disposition.
Whilst soldiers die in the trenches,
Clout rappers do what they can to attain attention.
But when ***** gets too real they pull a takashi,
To avoid 69 years in detention.
****.
What the **** happened?
Tell me what happened?

They be crying to me,
They be fighting the heat,
Think i’ll let it slide,
Must be out they mind.
Take a seat.

They be crying to me,
Ain’t got no time,
Ain’t got no beef,
Muddying the carpets,
Prepare for cleats.