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letra de beast mode - jeff martin

[verse 1: jeff martin]
(yeah) activated, i’m activated
got beast mode on, you’re dominated
my plays all right, they calculated
get a good hard look while captivated
i’mma young white boy who’s not for fables
high roller, man, i put it all on the table
i breathe success, if i can, i’m able
i did it on my own so fuck a label
talk about style, talk about piles
once i get the title, you can bet that i’m goin’ for miles
clean white teeth, i’m showin’ a smile
on the path less traveled ’cause i’ve been in the aisle
long ago i was a small little kid
dreamed of shows and some venue gigs
started off with some internet vids
now all the music i make is big
dedicated to dedication
this work i make is my my obligation
i’ll never stop ’cause i’m around the nation
if i let go now it’s like a violation
praise the lord that i grabbed the mic
praise the lord that i saw the light
now i have to go make it right
man, i left it spaced like a satellite
appetite has gone overnight
oh, i’m wakin’ up and i’m quite a fright
bad b-tches can all can fuck a type
and i slay the game like it’s homicide

[pre-hook: jeff martin]
yeah, tryna’ get a little bit
can you blame me if i wanted it?
lemmi’ give y’all a little tip
uh, i didn’t do it by accident
infinite, i never quit
you really think i give a shit?
you can tell me that i’m unfit
but you know it’s fuckin’ dope, just submit
she was dancin’ on the north pole
god, that woman be so cold
played my cards and i didn’t fold
’cause i’m goin’ in beast mode

[verse 2: jeff martin]
okay now, beast mode, i’m in beast mode
gunna’ finna’ step back then reload
make shots so ez they free throws
reverse slam dunk like d-rose
elevated, i’m elevated
on the rise to top, get escalated
this feel like a dream, i’m hella’ faded
can’t wait, scream out, “look, mom i made it”
man, i think i love it, fuck a tiny budget
all these fake friends say, “shit sound rubbish”
break a homies leg, put his -ss in crutches
make ’em understand you don’t mess with a youngin’
i’m fucked up ’cause my alibi
says in my room so i can’t oblige
my time’s filled up, yes, occupied
by singin,’ songwritin’ and makin’ rhymes
never rush just to finish through
this shit ain’t somethin’ just fun to do
i might be fresh, yes, i might be new
but i feel i already have points to prove
like my skin don’t mean i can’t spit this fast
and my looks don’t make me some fucking trash
i feel that this is what i’m born to do
so if you’re in my way i’m gunna’ make ya’ move
you want beef with me then i’ll make you stew
beg for less then i’ll give you two
i say facts, yes, i lip the truth
so now lemme’ tell you what i’m gunna’ do

- jeff martin

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