LYRICS: Beanie Sigel – Goodnight (Meek Mill Diss)

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This Is The Lyrics Of Beanie Sigel Goodnight By Beanie Sigel

[Intro]
Forgive them for they know not what
they’ve done
Forgive me for what I will do

[Verse]
You see, besides my life, n***a I got my
wife
Shakur, I’m there, my (?)
My moves on (?)
I gotta see her, Gina, Jaylyn
And I got Wyleak, I got my mother
My sisters, my brother
I got my nephews and all my nieces
Think I’m gonna let that fall to
pieces?
Gotta keep that crew together
I got no room for error

Absent Five gave me my survival skills
So if I gotta rob and steal to provide the
meals so be it
N***a this only a stick up
Don’t turn it into an ambulance pick
up
Get that s**t up
Or feel around for all the nights I
suffered
With no supper, just Wonderbread and
butter
One bed four deep
No heat, my little covers
Shivering, laying in the piss of my little
brother
M**********r you got me twisted
Think your little b***h ass gonna stop
my mission
Leave me with no pot to piss in?
Blocks of cheese, powder milk is how
we stocked the kitchen

My mouth (?), but they smoke no crack
or addiction
With (?) talking and black jack
My pop up stake kept steaks and jack
mack
Too young to understand that daddy
ain’t coming back
Being the oldest boy I had to step in his
s**s
I skipped class, in the Hard Knox is
where I got schooled
I’ve been shot by the police, harassed
by the police
Feel in a state of depression, damn hear
O.D.’d
Feeling guilty, if only I could foresee
That I’d be the reason you n****s is
drinking codeine
Before Future started sipping on that
yellow tuss’
I clip your life shorter than that yellow
bus
You target, put that beam on your back
Me! The reason beaver leaned on the
ack
Me! The reason Philly even on the map
Me! The reason your silly ass rap
Me!

I’ve grip for mother**ers
And I tried to give you some game that
Jay gave me
To make the transition from the streets
to the fame
You got a little fame and tried add
street to your name
It ain’t the same
I’m battlefield tested, wounds all over
my body
Where your scars at?
Ride for my n****s, willing to die
What’s your life like
Feel it in the air
Where them bars at?
You ain’t been through s**t! you
can’t record that
The respect I get — you can’t afford
that
You ain’t been through wars, holding
your boys crying
Might not make it back, but you ride?
You lying
And that s**t you write, it don’t
excite me
I push your s**t to the white me
Don’t you ever think you’re like me
I’m the dad you never had
What’s your problem n***a? I’m
not your father figure
And with that being said, daddy’s
here to put the kids to bed
Now get your ass upstairs
And I better not hear that TV on
S.P. chasing n****s with that D.C. on
And w**ver siding with him, dying with
him
Look him in his eyes right now, try with
him
When you come to the city your like
cancer
You were damn hear in Pamper’s, it
was me in the answer
Your own n****s can’t stand you
Cause when you aren’t around they
look like hunger
Ask Young Gunner, forgot he got the
Bentley, damn near
summer
Had copies of keys to where I got my
slumber
You should’ve left me asleep
You done woke up a sleeping giant with
an arrogant defiance
Young and respect more vital than the
money
And I’m well connected across the
country
Where you think that Jet gonna land at
When the whole city strapped up where
you stand at
No need to make music ever in my life
I’m Muslim, (?), I just beat you twice

[Outro]
The sad thing is I really ** with ya
I just feel sorry for w**ver stuck with
ya
Good luck to ya
N***a please, younging I’m out your
league
I’m out your field, let’s be for real
I could keep going, but that’s overkill
I guess I’ll see you when I see you
And when I see you I wouldn’t want
to be you
Goodnigh

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