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KingBoomie

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Take my hand, and say hello Buckroll
Take my hand, and say hello
It was a couple of summers ago when I was so hungry and broke
Somehow I fumbled the play and Started to play with the coke
Certain situations niggas getting Complacent
High alert ain't flashing, so they can't Sense danger
My alerts keep flashing, they say we Feeling your pain, bruh
Fine day was a hit, but niggas don't Play strangers
Running this money up, so no, I Don't have patience
Money talk, bullwalk, so we decline Their exchanges
When it's a sit, put they face in the Pavement
When it's a lick, take they loved ones Straight to the basement
We ain't come here for no shits and Giggles
What's the code to the safe
Or get this 4-5 straight to your face
You best believe that, them Benjamins, I need that
Like niggas driving with they seat Back
Constantly telling you pass the weed Back
Feedback niggas been giving me is Incredible
But this past year, my grandma T Turned vegetable
I'm praying to you now, cause I'm Searching for a better way
G-Ma, if I die, I pray I see you at Them heaven gates
Lord knows I got a couple niggas at The crossroads
Lost souls stuck inside them prisons Who I pray for
Break mode, we can do better Because we say so
Death is in the power of the tongue, Need I say more
Tomorrow's not promised today, Neither is payroll
Bankrolls, trying to get it in like a Keyhole
Street's cold, nigga, I adapt like Somebody turn the heat on
This really ain't the street you wanna Beef on
Let alone be on, drive by, he gone
Picture me, number one on Billboard When this release
Hunnit p, how you set the table Without The centerpiece
Mention me and how the rap game Has a missing piece
Feature me and watch record sales Rapidly increase
F*ck with me, I'm all about M-O-N-N-E
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When Junior died, I ain't find out for Fucking weeks
Had me in that zone, I think I Spazzed for a fucking week
Nigga tried to bully me in school, I Had to break his teeth
Even to this day, that silly nigga still Missing three
Every time he smile in the mirror, he Gotta think of me
Moral of the story is, nigga, I'm a Fucking G
Made my first hundred thousand by The age of 23
Nigga, I'm from New York City of Poughkeepsie
Shout out to my family cause I know That they believe in me
Mama, I'ma move you to them hills, That's a guarantee
The competition, never wish jail on The opposition
In addition, never sell your soul for Some recognition
Intuition, used to your advantage and Really listen
Ambition, that's really all you need For your expedition
Transition, anytime you yearning for That new position
You can get it, all you gotta do is put Your soul in it
Pray to God and roll with it like, Amen
I did recon in the field, where them Demons was real
2011, OEF, hot as a oven
Asked niggas in my BCT how much I Was bugging
Arrested by the MPs for fighting and Hustling
Overseas, tryna find a remedy
To erase my memories from my 249 Bussin
If they spot him, I got him
200 round drum in this chopper
Had insurgents on they knees, nigga, Praying to Allah
Elohim, shit I had many dreams turn Nightmares
Waking up in cold sweats, nobody Right there
Thousand yards stare when you look In my eyes, nigga
Catch you unaware, it'll be a surprise, Nigga
Always on alert, can't let them put Me on a shirt
Seeing life for what it's worth, like a Mother giving birth
2014, God was looking over me
I didn't see them cars at all that was Crashed in front of me
Doing 90 on the I-10, speed demon Back then
My jaw dropped, body froze
I was shell-shocked, I'm dead, that's All I could think
But before I could blink, 12 asked did I indulge in a drink
I had a minor concussion, that shit Was little to nothing
Cause when you wrapped in the Blood, you know the devil will want You
Warrior at his finest, I shine like Jacob Diamonds
Every punchline hit like a Mayweather combo
I'm a new Lamborghini racing a old Silverado
I'm invested in cookies, I like to puff On gelato
While I'm bumping that khaza in the New Monte Carlo
I sing loud, never swing low
Black clouds surround my life like an Eagle
Still got switches on them glocks like It's legal
I put my life on the line for my People
I sing loud, never swing low
Black clouds surround my life like an Eagle
Still got switches on them glocks like It's legal
I put my life on the line for my People
I put my life on the line for my People

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