SHOOT 2 KILL [PROD. ILLUSIONLUNA]

EXTERMINATE

i wrote this one like 2 years ago for an ep that i never dropped….

lyrics:

man, lemme get back in my element
i’m back at d&b’s writing a track for the hell of it
i thought i needed cheese, but i was bad, nothing eloquent
next time lemme see before i strike myself a delegate

so, NEO! bring in the percussion
i need some robustissin
i’m coughing up a lung plus when i see her
i be fussin

geneva, foreign, something
a little out my gumption
the only thing i need is 808s to stay-a-punchin

oooh im like that, realer
then all of your favorite artists
i’m mike jack thriller

i promise to retain the knowledge
and strike back iller

Ten fold, you bold, man
i like that, killer


i’ll expand real wide 
like fallopian tubes

i can’t stand these guys
so i’m choking these dudes

i done planned my prize
see the podium stool

i can’t stand, i’m too high
imma choke down a few


got my girl name on my wrist 2 times
one of them for patience

other one cuz she sublime
she my main temptation

i can’t let a girl decide
if music worth my chasin

why would i ignore the sight
of my new congregation

red flags from my ex
got me checking location

shawty said i listen good
ecolocation

pass it to the left
don’t fuck up the rotation

now look off to the right
i’ll give you something to gaze in


chorus:
see, your boos mean nothing
cuz i’ve seen what makes you cheer

and your cheers mean nothing
if there’s not enough to hear

and money only something for
putting diamonds in your ear

so why reach out for something
when the shit i need is clear


it’s always: “move on, Chuck”
until i move on

then it’s: “please come back,
lemme hear one of your songs”

it makes me sick to
think just how long

i’ve spent trying to please
people that did me wrong


draw my future up and put it 
on the wall like hieroglyphs

picture this: skinny blondish boy
he bout to light a spliff

he ain’t never had no fuckin
views, he ain’t no viral kid

he still tryna work into the news
but ain’t no sight of it


but hold on little blondie
because you gon get yo payback

on every motherfucker that done
ever made you say that

you are not the one
you won’t ever sniff a maybach

when i come up bring the ones
that been wit me since way back 


chorus:
see, your boos mean nothing
cuz i’ve seen what makes you cheer

and your cheers mean nothing
if there’s not enough to hear

and money only something for
putting diamonds in your ear

so why reach out for something
when the shit i need is clear

RICK SANCHEZ (prod. NEO!)

(STREAM SONG HERE)
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/lilbeefroast/throwing-a-fit

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https://lilbeefroast.komi.io

(MERCH)
https://dipshitrecords.com

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Lilbeefroast@gmail.com
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Sunny Days Are Getting Colder w/ lil sleepy (Prod. CL!PPED)

Sunset Blvd w/ lil sleepy (Prod. Zadj Beats)

DAHMER W/ B0TANICTHRED$ [PROD. ILLUSIONLUNA]

vLucifers: (KRANK)

Pussy motherfuckers always tryna act tough 
When I pull up with the Glock they never act up 
Where’s the blunt?
It’s a must 
Smoking not for fun 

Once upon a time, I tried to end it all 
It’ll take more than just some fucking pills
Looking for them dollar bills 
I’ll be grinding off them pills 
I just hit a deal 
Worth half a mil 
Sipping I just spilled 
Killing for the thrill 
Perkies got me feeling Ill 
Top of the hill 
I'm Kill bill 

Luci got to pipe down 
Bite down 
Break a pound and snort about half a pound 
Sell the rest and claim my dough I'm out 
Cops be pulling at my house 
Asking Luci got to come out 
Peep out the window and let my pistol shout 

Fuck a fed 
have no doubt  
Never simmer down 
Remember Luci off a half a pound 
Claim my fame 
Or fuck my life I’ll rather rot up in my house 
I ain’t never gave a fuck about my health 
Until I realized people around the world wanted more of my sounds 

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vCherrySoho (Mr. Pod)

Fuck your god 
Why the fuck you test me?
All this shit is fucking confusing
All it do is give me pain 

Turned me manic
Suicide, love for being in a lot panic
Fuck religion
Fuck a Christian
Demon mind 
In the midnight shinin'

Whether I’m dying from nella
I got rappers trying to tell em 
That yo family nothing but the bottom feeders

Go ahead throw em in the gutta

Riding round with my 3s up
Mom telling me to ease up
Demons got my beats up

Go ahead and choose a tree, uh

But first I need a pod, A volunteer
Bitch I'm not asking anymore
Instead you “volun’told”

You used to being told what to do
Half of the shit you got
Came from Mom and daddy's panties

A little wine 
Little budd
Mix em up
Lay me out
May my seeds
Become the poison apple tree 
Inside my head

I’m screaming “Someone help me out this coffin”
Told yo ass I'm a pod
Feed me to them worms
I want to become a locust

Blurrr

🔥Pain & Glory is more than an EP—it’s a statement.🔥
Four anthems about what happens after the lights dim, after the touchdowns, after the trophies. This is about brotherhood, faith, struggle, and leaving a legacy bigger than the game.

🏈Brothers in Arms – Loyalty runs deeper than blood, forged in sweat, sacrifice, and love.

🏈Legacy Season – It’s not about stats, it’s about seeds. Leaving something that lives long after you’re gone.

🏈Pain & Glory – Every scar tells the story; every loss paved the way for victory.

🏈Wrist Up – Raising more than trophies, it’s lifting your people, your faith, and your purpose.

This project is a soundtrack for the ones who grind in silence, fight for their family, and believe that pain is part of the process. It’s for the next generation chasing greatness—don’t lose yourself, stay focused, stay locked in.

Pain & Glory. After the pain comes the story. After the fight comes the fire. After the fire comes the crown.

Legacy Season

Far from picture perfect. 📸🖼️
#MYNAMEISFRANKS
#YURRRRR
#JUGGSEASON

Sunny Days Are Getting Colder w/ lil sleepy (Prod. CL!PPED)

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