Lyrics:
nation reparations are due, it's true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born
like me
U want be Boosie
Would you want cancer in yo kidney like me
I was raised to think that sellin' dope tha only way u get rich
Real shit
I
that shit, all that shit is good
And everything I have gotta be wood
All over, even in a Range Rover
I'm born and raised to be a young soldier
Call
roofie'd
A lil' badass I feel like Boosie, a lil' badass, feel like Boosie
The lavish life really suit me, if you want my life homie shoot me, yeah
I blew
Man I just gotta hit a lick
Would rob my plug but she pretty as a bitch
Hit her with this dick, watch her bless me for the zips
Lil Boosie, wipe me
of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt
(splash, splash)
Rock to the face like it's Lil Uzi (splash, splash)
Fucking all these thots like I'm Lil Boosie (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Fucking all
dangerous
Born and raised in Barbados
Got dem chasing my caribbean flavour
But I don't mix up with no strangers
Sweetest sweetest
Worldwide dem feel it feel
I promise to protect and serve my family
And the ones I love
By all means
It's my call of duty
Woke up, family calling my line
Real shit,
We were raised, we were raised
We were raised by the radio
We down low in the kitchen while mama did the dishes
It was on, she'd be singin'
was born takin' risk
Tired of these lil niggas in my phone claiming that they vegan but they want some beef
I'ma do everything that I said I could I'ma
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
my nigga
You gotta feel it, lil' nigga
Look, I came home to show the world
Same Boosie, same music that exposed the world
Of all his wrongs, the real
on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat
I was made for rock and roll
I thought it was a fad, thought that it would pass
But
goats
She wasn't raised by Hamilton-Byrne or The Family
Raised by goats
She wasn't raised by the lions in tigers or any of these
She was raised by
poppin now (Poppin' now)
I'm Lil Boosie wipe me down (Wipe me down)
Give a fuck bout what they talking bout (Talking bout)
My auntie stay by Waffle House
don't judge your race (It ain't like that in here)
The place where everybody get along (Respect)
Take you to that place (Yeah), chronic by the pound
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
happened, damn
Couple thots on a jet ski, damn
Ridin' 'round in a Bentley, damn
Look at my shoes, it's Giuseppe, damn
Bitch, I been countin' the Fetti
Louis
of pressure, I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets
You want war, I'ma give you war
I'm in too deep
You want peace, I'ma give you
Major! Hell motherf***in' yeah
This one goes out to my n**** Mike Coolin', hell yeah
Mama raised a hellrazor, born thuggin'
Heartless and mean,
and white
We were born and raised in black and white
Someone handed me a cigarette
They offered me my last request
I asked my mortal soul be blessed
By
you said
Cause I'm smokin' loud
I was put in by a cell, but I'm home now
I done made it through the struggle
Now I'm goin' viral
I came home, broke
[Lil Wayne]
What what what
I'ma flosser baby
Baller baby
A fifteen year old shot caller baby
I'm raised in the hood
In a all black call
Down
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