{Verse 1}

I'm tired of you lames

I make your city fall

Life after death

Machine gun funk

I think i'm biggie smalls

My skinny limbs bust down your street

It's like maximum carnage

Bitch i had nothing

Yall ain't help me, don't ask me for dollars

Bitch fuck your festival

I ain't drunk in that bitch

I'm in that dark room recording

Can't fuck with you kids

Yo bars too low

I'm final boss with the flow

I found your soul on the floor

Beamon been grinning and laughing

I bring that winter on tracks

{Chorus}

Young beam god

Final formed up

Young beam god

Final formed up

Young beam god

Final formed up

Young beam god

Bitch i break you niggas down

{Verse 2}

When i hear they songs

Got beamon thinking why he hit play

Your friends say you going hard

To beam you just a disgrace

And i got some grey on my body

Move like the clouds do

And you brought no flames

Ima body you then i drown you

Flames on my jacket

I'm bane when i'm spazzin

I came with the mask on my face

Like i'm kane i'm a savage

Do chokeslams on all of you rappers

My attitude awful i know it

If you was outcasted you'd feel the same

All i feel is evil in my veins

Must have put some needles in your veins

High as fuck tryna diss the beam

Head shot for you split your team

Young beam spit on your team

Skinny nigga got big dreams

{Chorus}

Young beam god

Final formed up

Young beam god

Final formed up

Young beam god

Final formed up

Young beam god

Bitch i break you niggas down