What's Beef? - J. Stone, Dave East

Bases loaded like I’m trying to bring my bros home

And it’s my time to bat

I feel like the Loc is on his own

And when I sleep I feel like I gotta hold my chrome

Rest in peace to Nip

I’m feeling like they did my homie wrong

Damn

That’s some shit I never fathomed

Feel like yesterday, we was dipping in that Phantom

Now I’m laying flowers at ya gravesite

Lighting candles

They say God wouldn’t put nothing on you, you could handle

Got my chin up

And my chest out

For a long time I felt like I was left out

Never leave th house without it when I step out

In cas you ain’t know

Let me show you what that West bout

The good die young

Grannys bury they Grandson

You gotta ride with one

12 year olds toting handguns

Real shit

Still gotta win this race, fuck how long it take

Setting for nothing that’s the wrong mistake