Beast Coast - Snow In The Stadium Lyrics


feat. Erick the Architect, Joey Bada$$, Meechy Darko, Kirk Knight, CJ Fly, Issa Gold

[Erick Arc Elliott:]
No ghost for the weakness (Yeah, weakness)
They told us that we would change (Yeah, we would change)
But retirement will feel the best (Feel the best)
‘Cause the sky is never limited
No ghost for the weakness (Weakness)
They told us that we would change (Yeah, we would change)
But retirement will feel the best (Feel the best)
‘Cause the sky is never limited (Badmon)

[Joey Bada$$:]
Okay, I’m robbing with my partna dem
You know that I rob with one
Always knew my time would come
He so geeked, got Parkinson’s
Beast Coast gang, know where I’m from
Acid tab right on my tongue
This my 47th blunt
Promise this ain’t what you want
Live my life, gotta have my fun
Remember way back, I ain’t have no funds
Now I lay back with a bad little something
And it all makes sense, so we all make something (Hey)
Walk with a chip on my shoulder
Knowing we shifting the culture
Nigga you know, can’t say that I never told you
Please don’t shake up the globe

[Erick Arc Elliott:]
No ghost for the weakness (Yeah, weakness)
They told us that we would change (Yeah, we would change)
But retirement will feel the best (Feel the best)
‘Cause the sky is never limited
No ghost for the weakness (Weakness)
They told us that we would change (Yeah, we would change)
But retirement will feel the best (Feel the best)
‘Cause the sky is never limited

[Meechy Darko:]
I get high off life but they won’t let me be
Been on my side, I show no deputy
Free and up all night, ripping Hennessy
Please pass my light, the weed will set you free
Puff puff then fly, move like a refugee
My gun, my knife, the bare necessities
Never running my life, fuck what you’re telling me
Rasta teach high, them thing cost everything (Moola)

[Kirk Knight:]
I see the hustle game, heavy on my eyelids
At least I’m chilling, see them ops, barely surviving
I know my way but sometimes a little misguided
I look around, ain’t nobody to confide in
Like how the fuck you telling you the mole is us
Like don’t you see that same you pulling up in Porches (Vroom, vroom)
Had to cop the Bentleys (Oh) just to show off
All these accolades, the platinum all up on my wall
You got to keep the heat when you a big boss, dawg
Overdosed and mixing my emotions, nodding off
Liquor, boy that’s not your style, knock it off
A narcoleptic with no days off

[CJ Fly:]
Nobody with it, we the baddest
Ain’t nobody badder with it
Rude boy advocates some fire on this riddim
To inspire all the children
Plus I do this shit for all my niggas in the hood
That’s trying to stack it to the ceiling
Hustling ’til they make a million
Snakes they blending like chameleons
There’s been too much police killing
Say «I don’t care» but I will feel it
See that never even had a chance at winning like a sweepstakes
Got freedom of speech, but they don’t really care what we say (Moola)

[Issa Gold:]
I cry, see my tears
Even my heart cries, but who cares
Life is full of choices that you can’t regret
Wake up with me, call me, have to watch each step, distress
Breaker breaker, one nine
Pass that spiff ’round one time
Lime in the Busch counter on me give me slow wine
Toolin’ I mean boot, make me stumble when me walk by
Cock it, better shoot, niggas running from the gun cry (Moolah)

Watch them, watch them, watch them
Watch them, watch them, watch them
Someone offensive and people really are pretending
They watch you move but they don’t wanna see you win
Them a vampire (Uh)
Tell them I’m already I’ll be dead in a bit (Moolah)
Tell them I’m already I feel dead like a monk
I’m a vampire, don’t get bonfire (Ah)

No, want some wine
This here can’t blame it on the ice
This hear big one thing I feel
Mama know dub star (Moolah)


 
Snow In The Stadium Lyrics
 
Album "Escape From New York" (2019)
 

 
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