Lyrics:
Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Gotta Hold Me Down Baby)
By That I Mean That You Gon Hold Me Down
(Uh)
You Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Never Know Right?)
Cuz
Started off by movin' weight like Po (Like I'm Po)
And no, I do not peep hoes (Nope), but my eye is on the dough (Dough)
I ain't playin' 'bout my guap, I'll
eatin' these Percocet's like they Boston baked beans (wow)
Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream (it's Gucci)
Uh, used to sell dope
know I got the ill lex
I wear my guests in apendix
And cash my cheque in flesh shit
My man escobar be lighting a weed
And I proceed with all the ill
here come the rich man in his big, long limousine.
Here come the poor man, all you got to have is green.
Here come the banker, lawyer and the cop.
One
You got eyes I could happily get lost in
Tokyo, Paris, Rome, or even Boston
I don't care, I'll go anywhere with you
You got a smile so bright and so
I'll be that sacrafical dog nigga
Cowboy, Made Men, thug nigga
Specialize through the job nigga
Three hundred and fifity seven degrees Fahrenheit
R.I.P. my mama man, no one would have ever thought I'd be this cold, never
I was born a star, and these niggas hate it
This one's for you
Look, hands
The trains don't run no more in Boston
I can't get past Kenmore to Newton
I've never been the type of man to be behind with a wedding band
But the trains
can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said, ""No
Would you come home to me?""
of the greatest
All the haters said I would be no good
I'm still
Drivin' doubters crazy, shout out Boston on the daily
Baby, I'm still reppin' my hood
I'm still
Raven I see you, Tuki
Holla at em man let em know how we do
Been through so much
Feel like I been here before
And I ain't never gave up once
I'll always
of the world to see the sunshine
Chase the light on the New York skyline
Or counting cars in Boston when they drive by
Walk the line and I'll be right behind
on a opp and we caught him
Snuck out the house and I almost got caught man
Stole momma's whip now we whipping in Boston
Yeah, we whipping in Boston
Swerving
booked a show I'll still be on the road
If I never booked a show I'll still be on the road getting paid
Fuck a job I'm catching plays
Fuck a bitch can't
gettin that check
When I rap thats the s*** that i rep
I got homies in austin and b****s in boston
Being a weakling ain't never an option
I started braes
He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy,
His voice was low with pain.
"I'll do your bidding, comrade mine,
If I ride back again.
But if you ride back
cut it up, then I kick you out
Got another one coming in a few
Boston, top ten, locked in
We outside all summer long
Boss man, walked in, pay attention
Never trust no matter what the dance or song
Cause it could be a put on
[Chorus: x4]
I cannot fuck with you if you are like me cause I'm always trying to win
Nobody is gonna be up in my way you an enemy never a friend
I do not
as hell surrounded by bombshells
Careful as I get near'em, stand near and compare 'em
Or all girl heir 'em, I'm the man with the serum
Assets,
from Boston but without a flying partner
Right
Meet me at the lobby I'll be outtie in a moment
I just came from out the soda
And this bottle taking over
black & half white I gave her that swirl
I can tell something's brewin'
Like it's Boston
I'm thorough in every borough and no
I'm never floppin'
Like my
mean they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm a-hopin' and a-wishin', oh
That just once those doors weren't
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