(Verse 1: Infant J Stone)

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 thе house without it when I step out

In casе 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

(Chorus: Infant J Stone)

What’s beef?

Beef is when my brother Alvin died to these streets

Beef is when ya Mama get killed by police

I was I the cell anticipating my release

Then I came home and Nip threw me on the beat

What’s beef?

Beef is when you can’t leave the house without ya heat

Beef is when you got one eye open when you sleep

I was I the cell anticipating my release

Then I came home and Nip threw me on the beat

(Verse 2: Dave East)

I was in my cell anticipating my release

I was making sells I wasn’t thinking bout no beats

FN, 100 shells, I heard them niggas say “it’s beef”

Nips used to call me like “Yo Cuh we bout to eat”

I did a bid in Baltimore

They tried to cut me

Hope God is with you when it’s lit

If you survive, you lucky

In that cell I really felt like only I can love me

With baking soda that powder fluffy

Don’t try to touch me

You never got robbed for ya jacket

Apologize, I brought my Mama that madness

Fuck it she still love me

Bitches used to hate

I got rich and they still ugly

Feel like Michael Jackson in Thriller as soon as that pill touch me

Def Jam still cutting checks

Nigga my deal lovely

Crystal… The Belaire

Fuck it it’s still bubbling

I blocked her number for a week

She see me and she still hugged me

Harlem Crip

I’m throw it up till they kill Cuzz

(Chorus: Infant J Stone)

What’s beef?

Beef is when my brother Alvin died to these streets

Beef is when ya Mama get killed by police

I was I the cell anticipating my release

Then I came home and Nip threw me on the beat

What’s beef?

Beef is when you can’t leave the house without ya heat

Beef is when you got one eye open when you sleep

I was I the cell anticipating my release

Then I came home and Nip threw me on the beat