Текст Beast Coast – Coast / Clear

(Got the beat by Powers, and we just made a banger)

Kirk Knight:
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin’ from the show go put a toast in the air

Joey Bada$$:
Gang with me in this bitch ain’t no fearin’, woah (no fear)
Push me to the edge and bitch I won’t spend none
Get shot down (shot), beat ya block down (blaow)
Said I’m ridin’ round the city with my top down
Gang round me like a force field
We be eating good, swear I must be on my fourth meal
Called it out, yeah, I got some beef up on my fork still
Ballin’ now, lil’ bitch I must be on my fourth mill’, yeah
I’m just livin’ life like I’m supposed to, yeah
First class, sippin’ the mimosas, yeah
Cartier, I get it re-upholstered, yeah
When you makin’ bread you need a toaster, yeah

Meechy Darko:
I just fucked your girl, I should’ve posted it
Text me the addy then I floated there
Tongue out, Jordan on a open lean
Drug it out, .40 with the scope & beam
Don’t make me have to leave it smokin’, yeah
Dead, soakin’ red

Kirk Knight:
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin’ from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch ’em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin’ from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch ’em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair

Zombie Juice:
Every time I wake up gotta put one in the air
You know that I want it, baby bring that pussy here
Hop out, you can smell it in the air
Touch down, every city coast clear

Erick The Architect:
Flatbush nigga, trappin’ out in Nostrand, yeah
Relatively, catch me but I’m posted, yeah
Fuck from round me if you ’bout that hoe shit, yeah
My lil’ baby jumpin’ like a ocean, yeah

Issa Gold:
Cheers to the coast, raise a glass for the toast
I’ma bust a couple grams, know the gang like to smoke
We been bustin’ rubber bands, lighters up at the shows
Nigga flex up on my mans, get him gone, vámonos
Keep my dogs in attack, and my arm on my strap
Niggas steppin’ up to Joey he ain’t even gotta scrap
Pow P, that’s my slatt, Kirk & Nycky grip the Mac
Z-O-M-B y’all my niggas til’ the death, that’s on my back

Nyck Caution:
Life is like a roadblock, swerve around the potholes
They gon’ try to cop out, fuck it I’m a pyro
Maniac, burn it down, promise when the smoke clear
Zombies, UA with me & the Pros here, yeah

Kirk Knight:
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin’ from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch ’em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin’ from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch ’em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair