Lyrics:
to be humble
When I do the breaststroke through an underground tunnel
And come up on the other side in a Jacuzzi
Being greeted by two naked models with
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green
Every time I dive in my pool.
It's hard to be humble
When I do the breast stroke through an underground tunnel.
And come up on the other side in
putting other people's thoughts and feelings
Before mine and I promise I'm done
No ducking, no sliding, no hiding
Not jumping in front no more
Cause I'm
It's Boujee in here, it's Boujee in here
Shoutout to Twenty for this
Okay
B-O-U-J double E
Yeah, that's me
I'm the king I'm smoking green
Always
take my heat
Fireball flow can't bat in my league
I'm the best rapper that's been slept on
Stick around like gum that's been stepped on
Stepped on, I
by the Green River where Paradise lays/ Well I'm sorry my boy but you're too late in asking/ Mr. Peabody’s coal train’s done hauled it away
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
No sweat, got a cold rep but I flow wet
got a rising tide but I still roll tech
Yeah I, rise and shine and then I go get
And I’m, flying by boutta
I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake
I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
With a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it
stressing
In my life you like a blessing
Tatted and you kinda ghetto
I don't want ya wild side
By my side you gone be melo
Im just tryna bring you up
I be
Well I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in askin'
Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
Well sometimes we'd float right down the Green River
putrefied bones im finding in the wet dense mud underneath homes he's residing
Break in defense walkers by the fence like dawn of the dead the rochester
the best playing by myself tommy shep are we even now
Ain't too much to speak about
This the wrong cd if you wanna hear about how I move ki's and P's in
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
I was born in a bathtub on Mulberry Street in Rochester, New York
And before I turned two, my parents came to Seattle
There were many other places
fall in rut
I'm not smokin' no dutch, yeah i'm smoking swishers
I got this drip on me clutched up I keep my hitters
I'm off the monster
Earnhardt, get
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha HAA
It's 10-31
Yes I run with a gun
I'm crazy
Time to go have some fun
Betta move betta run
This ain't a dream
I can tell by
All-American
I'm gonna take you back to Biblical times 1823
An American man named Joe livin' on a farm in the holy land of Rochester, New York
You mean
to get some coney dogs from Lipumas
In Rochester walking up Main St. with my shooters
We out the zoo
Gorillas clothed by Black Sheep
Y'all niggas weak
I
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in a systematic matrix
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in
to get the thought of you out of my head. Guess I've been doing my best to get by. Without losing the gleam in my eye. It's been a hard year for everyone,
Niggas cookin in the kitchen
A murder was committed
I was fittin the description
A Detroit nigga scandelous, I'm an assassin
Trick Trick ain't gotta hit
Trick you cin' movie in
I tried to give her ass a citation
But she got that counter clap and she started gyrating
I'm thing ‘bout the time and how much
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