Beam
No control, no remote
I go fishing for the hope
Michael Phelps with the stroke
Cast the line and I will go
Dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive
We slide
We slide
Dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive
1: Marty
Squad up for the cameras
Tour bus was a Camry
Came up from the bandos
Hotel was a front seat
Never had a plan B
Had the venues gettin' wild
The politics had the labels all convinced
Asking us about the sound
I wanted to talk about God, woah
4 A.M. rapping at bars, woah
Nobody wanted my spot, woah
30 a month was a lot, woah
Still moving like we independent
If you so anti-social, why you in our mentions?
It's a gang, it's a gang
Yep, yep
It's a gang, it's a gang
Beam
No control, no remote
I go fishing for the hope
Michael Phelps with the stroke
Cast the line and I will go
Dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive
We slide
We slide
Dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive
2: Fern
I stood next to all your favorite rappers
I ain't ask for no pictures
Never asked for no handouts
It's ok we get wit' ya
We made it look easy, but the fact remains
This right here is so special
Not just 'cause I'm saying it
Had a few of y'all come tell us
Had a few of y'all really pray for us
When you said you would and that blessed us
Hold up, wait
I ain't ever seen any competition
We do all numbers, still no pressure
I'm still a norm, my God blessed ya
Put a praying on your head blessing
Since Wayne had to compress 'em
A 25 line is on the dresser
And we came from the dirt, from the bottom, the muscle, whatever you call it
Just know it was God whenever you discuss it
My life like a book, opened up to the public
I love it, you know!
