Bodega Beans (feat. Jarred Allstar)

Good God take a look at what you've done
She the three minus two she the one
It's love and loyalty where we're from
Break bread cause we use to split the crumbs
Told baby can she can do what she wanna
Dorothy I would put the house on her
First class tickets to Malaysia
First I brought Beans to the bodega
I don't worry bout the she say
I'm just tryna move the needle like a DJ
All these highlights aren't a replay
Stars beard sticking out on the freeway
Everything Humble that's a real brag
This came with some paper that's a real bag
I exhale brail you can feel that
Going for the ride find Jesus where the wheel at
Let's not even focus on the haters
They can have the mule I'm just looking for the acres
Always snapping like I'm looking for the waiters
So Bay rep the Raiders out in Vegas
Wait no wait what (What) I got a lot more
I'm pushing buttons like I'm tryna get the top score
Their theories got more holes than a croc store
I don't even have a ceiling at the top floor
Boss Beans throwing house parties I was thirteen
Thought I could bear it all like a Berenstain (Woah)
It gets muddy getting dirt clean
Glory hallelujah let the church sing
There are no bodegas in The Bay
I know a lot of corner stores around the way
Now it's chop cheese any day
I bet the Ahkies even know me by my name
Beans
Good God take a look at what you've done
She the three minus two she the one
It's love and loyalty where we're from
Break bread cause we use to split the crumbs
Told baby can she can do what she wanna
Dorothy I would put the house on her
First class tickets to Malaysia
First I brought Beans to the bodega
We be workin' workin'
Plus we love the Lord, we be churchin' churchin'
I'm from the bay we be turfin' turfin'
I'm tryna find a balance ain't a perfect person
I just wanna be a better me
Eric b Rakim check out my melody
They talk about each other like they selling tea
I keep asking what's the meaning lifes a spelling bee
Grew up singing with my sisters
The band could never break up
So just tell us that you miss us (Boyd Sisters)
Sang the Lord's Prayer when I became Mrs.
Little sister, brother, father, mother was a witness
There are no bodegas in the bay
I know a lot of corner stores around the way
Now it's chop cheese any day
I bet the Papi's even know me by my name
Beans