Be That As It May Songtext
Huh
Turn it up
Yo
Aye man
You know-
You know I start all my verses with amen I don't end it-
I don't end my prayers with-
Ayy, Ayy, Ay-ay, man, Ay-ay, Ay
Uh
Turn it up
Yo
Aye man
You know-
You know I start all my verses with amen I don't end it-
I don't end my prayers with-
Ayy, Ayy, Ay-ay, man, Ay-ay, Ay
Uh
Be that as it may (Huh, yeah)
Catch a body, catch a case (Huh, yeah)
On any given Saturday (Huh, yeah)
Everything ain't everything
B.U.C.K.O. Junior
Silver spoon out the fuckin' sewer
Watch how I do her
I'm in her face like some contour
Beats of the Gods, beating the odds, Even Stevens
The pisces of never sparing the rod
As sure as the facts are
Melanin don't guarantee black cards
I shittin' in a room like Babar
Niggas is holding court
They only say his name in parseltongue, I'm Voldemort
Hold the fort down without excessive force
I'm full of sand, he think he stepped in a resort
It's Pebble Beach
You best keep working on your short game Nigga said he smelled me, told the youngin you can't snort game
Torch lighter, they just don't want your flame on a plane
You think the air is on, weatherman
You gon' need a parasol
There's only a handful of us left
Say it with your chest like Fre$h, I hate 'em to death
Get in still, I have been blessed
I'm in your bitch like I had gills, the water's wet
The sun is hot, they let these flaming niggas run amok
They run in mosques
Soulless niggas run in socks, they won't get no traction
Beat the greatness out of you, I'm Joe Jackson
I'm short-stopping, we endzones, no Bo Jackson
Porch hopping on all ten
Can't toe tag 'em, won't drag 'em
Better know I hate it
Brought them boys to water, found out all your dogs is rabid (Perfect)
Raisin in the sun they think he with a Grape street native
See, we speak the same language
Ain't no way we ain't related
The hoke, the boat, your throat, the ropes
The noose, the neck, your soul, the check
Bruh flow is a cuckhold, nasty work
We in this ho to secure the bag, after birth
Math don't work, I suggest you girls abort mission
Heading towards a future with a mortician
We do introductions
Sharpen sword fishin', that's why niggas ducking
I'ma up it
Plenty Kermit, niggas really puppets
It's a core missing
The space between us usually more than distance
The face patina is if the whore is vintage
The pallet clean, a seven course for dinner
The mallet meaner when it burst a nigga
No ballerinas for the sport we spittin'
Huh
Be that as it may (Yeah)
Catch a body, catch a case (Yeah)
On any given Saturday (Yeah)
Everything ain't everything
Ahhhh
Catch a body, catch a case (Huh, yeah)
On any given Saturday (Huh, yeah)
Everything ain't everything
B.U.C.K.O. Junior
Silver spoon out the fuckin' sewer
Watch how I do her
I'm in her face like some contour
Beats of the Gods, beating the odds, Even Stevens
The pisces of never sparing the rod
As sure as the facts are
Melanin don't guarantee black cards
I shittin' in a room like Babar
Niggas is holding court
They only say his name in parseltongue, I'm Voldemort
Hold the fort down without excessive force
I'm full of sand, he think he stepped in a resort
It's Pebble Beach
You best keep working on your short game Nigga said he smelled me, told the youngin you can't snort game
Torch lighter, they just don't want your flame on a plane
You think the air is on, weatherman
You gon' need a parasol
There's only a handful of us left
Say it with your chest like Fre$h, I hate 'em to death
Get in still, I have been blessed
I'm in your bitch like I had gills, the water's wet
The sun is hot, they let these flaming niggas run amok
They run in mosques
Soulless niggas run in socks, they won't get no traction
Beat the greatness out of you, I'm Joe Jackson
I'm short-stopping, we endzones, no Bo Jackson
Porch hopping on all ten
Can't toe tag 'em, won't drag 'em
Better know I hate it
Brought them boys to water, found out all your dogs is rabid (Perfect)
Raisin in the sun they think he with a Grape street native
See, we speak the same language
Ain't no way we ain't related
The hoke, the boat, your throat, the ropes
The noose, the neck, your soul, the check
Bruh flow is a cuckhold, nasty work
We in this ho to secure the bag, after birth
Math don't work, I suggest you girls abort mission
Heading towards a future with a mortician
We do introductions
Sharpen sword fishin', that's why niggas ducking
I'ma up it
Plenty Kermit, niggas really puppets
It's a core missing
The space between us usually more than distance
The face patina is if the whore is vintage
The pallet clean, a seven course for dinner
The mallet meaner when it burst a nigga
No ballerinas for the sport we spittin'
Huh
Be that as it may (Yeah)
Catch a body, catch a case (Yeah)
On any given Saturday (Yeah)
Everything ain't everything
Ahhhh
