I got Foreign on the beat (Remix!)
They can't seem to see the forest for the trees (For the trees)
According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete
Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit (That's lame shit)
Won't no label take a portion of the fee (Of the fee, bitch)
I just need 'em to support it in the streets (In the streets, bitch)
Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep
Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit (Same day shit)
Whether it's the Porsches or the beats (Or the beats)
I'll never put a foreign on a lease (Never)
I'm just tryin' to put some Forgis on the feet (On the feet, bitch)
Floor it, hit the corner, and then flee, no fake shit (No fake shit)
We heard you been reportin' to police (To police, bitch)
You just wanna be the story of the week (Of the week, bitch)
Scorch 'em with the heat, flame-broilin' the beef
They sure to have this chorus on repeat, we make hits (We make hits)
Ain't nobody else in the state this hot
I'm at home on these beats, I'm 'bout to change the locks
And we all know you paid for the plays you got
Should slap the shit outta your mom 'cause she raised a thot
If it's beef at stake, then we came with sauce
But don't be a cheapskate, bring filet mignon
These pagans thought they could slay me like I'd take a loss
I rose after three days and became a god
Flashin' cash on the 'gram like you make a lot
But you only show a little like an ankle sock
It'd be shame to watch 'em kill ya for that chain ya rock
And leave ya body in a Mercedes drop in a vacant lot
I'm headed for the Hall of Fame at the pace I'm on
I played your song, saw the movie that you based it on
This a banger, it's another Foreign Made It bop
The bass'll knock so hard it'll break the knob
I got Foreign on the beat (On the beat)
They can't seem to see the forest for the trees (For the trees)
According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete
Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit (That's lame shit)
Won't no label take a portion of the fee (Of the fee, bitch)
I just need 'em to support it in the streets (In the streets, bitch)
Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep
Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit (Same day shit)
Ain't a fuckin' thing nice on these streets, it's war
You said you got more stripes than an Adidas store
Rappers claim they gang bang, they just CB4
They lame, I ain't played games since PS4
GX4, twelve shots through your Bimmer door
Point blank, blow ya brains on the seat and floor
Turn your carpet red, MTV Awards
They gon' know you really dead when TMZ reports
Light up ya whole block just to even scores
Send you a round of shots, El Jimador
Have ya talkin' to ya squad through a Ouija board
Catch another body before yours even leave the morgue
They like "Nati, what the fuck you need a remix for?"
Especially when you ain't even get a feature for it
This is peak performance, the streets support it, the beats are Foreign
So act like you been here before and repeat the chorus
I got Foreign on the beat (On the beat)
They can't seem to see the forest for the trees (For the trees)
According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete
Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit (That's lame shit)
Won't no label take a portion of the fee (Of the fee, bitch)
I just need 'em to support it in the streets (In the streets, bitch)
Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep
Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit (Same day shit)
I'll spaz out on any track that Foreign made
And you can take that to the bank, JPMorgan Chase
Push your fuckin' wig back like Tory Lanez
You were talkin' shit before, now the story changed
I'm from the Murdah Mytten, homie, I was born and raised
We heard ya snitchin', turnin' witness for the state
We'll have ya missin' before the first chorus plays
And they won't find ya before the first 48
I never claimed to be a gangsta or dealer
But if you push the right buttons, you gon' make a killer
I was raised in the jungle with the snakes and gorillas
Tried to make pets out of wolves and they ate ya for dinner
Think the danger is little, it ain't safe in the middle
If you ain't got an angel that's with ya, then Satan will get ya
Pray for the sinners; street gospel, I'm changin' the scripture
If you check the tracking info, it's gon' say he delivered
I got Foreign on the beat (On the beat)
They can't seem to see the forest for the trees (For the trees)
According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete
Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit (That's lame shit)
Won't no label take a portion of the fee (Of the fee, bitch)
I just need 'em to support it in the streets (In the streets, bitch)
Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep
Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit (Same day shit)
I got Foreign on the beat (On the beat)
Everything I spit is important and unique (Unique, bitch)
Starin' at my shorty, she's so gorgeous when she sleeps
I might go and drop your mortgage on a ring (On a ring)
You ain't from here, you a tourist in the streets (In the streets, bitch)
Might cop the Taurus GX4 because it's cheap (I did!)
In the Chevy with the heat on the floor or on the seat
Never see me in a Ford or in a Jeep (Never)
Three Rivers, MI, based hip-hop artist A Rapper Named Nati has been penning rhymes since 1996. He met Dutch producer Rob Maestro in high school, circa 2004. Fifteen years later, the pair have been anointed Self-Proclaimed Kings. (Pronounced “notty.”)
Recorded at the rapper's Brooklyn apartment during lockdown, this album offers poignant reflections on the uncertain decisions defining the uncharted territory of today's reality. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 21, 2020
An 18-minute instrumental hip-hop suite from the Philly beatmaker, inspired by ’70s thriller movies from India, China, Europe and beyond. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 7, 2021
