Keith the Beast - Giant Lyrics

Squad...
Yea, huh

I'm starting to feel like giant
I been in the den with the lions
Them niggas was lying I fired em
You wanna be Squad there's requirements
You gotta be solid and silent
You gotta be down for the long grind
Everything's earned and acquired
I'm really livin this squad shit
I'll jump out the bus with a glider
I got a good rep with some steppahs
I give 'em the word and they slidin

I'm starting to feel like a giant
Do brunches and dinners with bosses
Too many wins to count the losses
We flewed in strippers to the office
Prayers up if you cross us
Karmas good sleep is lossless
Chartered flights just to floss with
They rubbing our feet on the plane
They kissing our cheeks when we land
Got fans overseas in japan
Never blind to the bullshit
They sneak in deceit when they can
They slept on a nigga so long
That they barely could see through the sand
Yea, But now they can see I'm the man
To pull up I'm needing them bands
Flooded the wrist for a statement
Didn't even cost a statement
Pussy niggas making statements
I roll with niggas that don't say shit
Spray shit when the fans on
Business I be hands on
Hesitant to put your mans on
You gonna cry when them grands gone
I'm starting to feel like a tyrant
In the basement of one of my mansions
Got the lights in my ceiling entrancing
Came from doin them numbers like hanson
I'm holding the drip up for ransom
Just to get it they paying me handsome
Got the grip on the pole like a dancer
So much smoke That it's giving me cancer
What am I posed to do?
Niggas that's close to you
Switch up and act like you posed to lose
I still got hope for you

I'm starting to feel like giant
I been in the den with the lions
Them niggas was lying I fired em
You wanna be Squad there's requirements
You gotta be solid and silent
You gotta be down for the long grind
Everything's earned and acquired
I'm really livin this squad shit
I'll jump out the bus with a glider
I got a good rep with some steppahs
I give em the word and they slidin
I'm starting to feel like a giant
Do brunches and dinners with bosses
Too many wins to count the losses
We flewed in strippers to the office
Prayers up if you cross us
Karma good sleep is lossless
Chartered flights just to floss with
You wanted a war and you lost it