Mozzy – “Beat The Case” (ft. EST Gee & Babyface Ray) [Audio, Lyrics]

Mozzy - Beat The Case (ft. EST Gee & Babyface Ray) (prod. Go Grizzly)

Mozzy unveils a new Go Grizzly-produced “Beat The Case” song featuring EST Gee & Babyface Ray. Stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Mozzy Beat The Case
Mozzy Beat The Case

One of the West Coast’s most consistent is back with some new heat this week. Mozzy has been steadily keeping his foot on the gas by releasing numerous high-quality tapes packed with honesty, emotion, and tales of the streets. This week, he returned with his latest project, Untreated Trauma. Stacked with 10 songs in total, it’s track #2 that fans have been hyped over. Mozzy enlists Detroit’s Babyface Ray and Louisville’s EST Gee for the record, “Beat The Case.” The production carries the urgency of Detroit’s soundscape while each one of the artists speaks on the bleak reality of the streets that they come from.

The latest album from Mozzy arrives months after he and YG teamed up for their collaborative project, Kommunity Service.

Mozzy – Beat The Case (ft. EST Gee & Babyface Ray) (prod. Go Grizzly)

Lyrics

Scariest shit you’ve ever dreamed
30 out the window with that 30 worst you’ve ever seen
With us, are you in it? Ain’t no in between
Loaded but we focused bro and them done slid the last 50 weeks
He thought shit was sweet
Bite through it now he missing teeth
Give him a forever sleep
Ask him niggas know it’s 2020
How Kentucky killed more niggas than Corona
I can’t see my aim bogus I’m a have to walk up on him
The triple cross, ask him if he helped us whack his homie
I know Von gon hold it even if he had to eat bologna
He ain’t no scary on his holster leave a nigga shirt holey
Then right up to God
Mr. spin them all in a different car
Tryna get it finished up we spinnin’ tryna end the war
Redding out here coaching his little soldier wish I listened more
Trapping and my Mack got many in the kitchen drawers
Cross the country I connect the plugs I’m the extension cord
I’m a real boss ain’t no way we stand on equal floor
I’m a be right here for sure
Just hit me if you need some more

Interior cherry clan inside a Lamb
Remeber when I got you out that jam?
Who ain’t let it cram?
Who ain’t sit outside them niggas house 3AM?
Nigga we don’t do no plan
It’s oils over Xans like its bookies over Za
More than 20 gang members when I push inside a spot
We them niggas that’s on God
Attorney want his wad
Prison priors prolly do me janky but it’s mob
Long as blood been on this job we gon throw the lob
Pour the fo’s in this little ass soda pop
We got selections either drakey or the .40 pop
Just fucked the homies baby momma at the homies spot
Forever HGM and them until I’m slaughtered
They ask me to leave the back door open and made a offer
6 or 7th grade we was stampin’ shit with revolvers
I can get you clipped for a trinklet on my daughter
It goes, ‘Hudadada’ nigga

I ain’t selling the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers ’round you
When they found him he was stiff staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
I ain’t selling the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers ’round you
When they found him he was stiff staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
Lil bruh gon’ beat the case

Use your head knowledge is power
Moving with my stomach still clutchin’ I’m feelin’ funny
Rappin’ got me hot but I’m still in it bruh dealin’ for me
Cleaner than Easter Sunday
Cup full of Easter Pink
Hardheaded nigga church service I went to sleep
Thankful for the addict’s perc 30’s they pay the fee
What can they say to me?
It’s all profit ain’t no blueprint to it
Just know I stuck to it
Grab my stick glue it
I’m prepared for anything
These streets have you in a maze
In the field like Willie Mays
Been through it they feel the pain
Rap game fucked up man half of these niggas lame
Gimmicks ain’t agin’ shit for they image I’m feelin’ strange
Clarity VVS on my tings is my wrist complete
How can I pay you for all the game y’all didn’t give to me?
Don’t get it it’s meant to be
Ain’t no sellin’ sticks cause I know this shit get deep

I ain’t selling the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers ’round you
When they found him he was stiff staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
I ain’t selling the chop cause it got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory keep the killers ’round you
When they found him he was stiff staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face
Lil bruh gon’ beat the case

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