Lyrics:
Celtics I'm green
I wanna be raking it in like it's leaves
Team comes clean
Flow hypnotic you fiend
I'll stack the paper like reams
You wanna scrap ima mean
full progression get directed, never teeter
Seen too many falling moons to bet my life gon' get a sequel
Gotta live it like this here gon' be my last
mission on my mind
Man you can keep the shine
I'll be on the grind
I I I'll be on the grind
Since the beginning, man had a grind
So I figured out, it's our
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
it's time to handle business, makin' no noise
Move in silence so you'd never be expected of it
Mom moved out the hood thinkin' I would be protected from
FIRST MET
Music and lyrics
By Michelle Macedo
Verse:
When we first met I couldn’t stop smiling
The stars were aligning I couldn’t help myself
to a wo-man
So never do I think I owe a man
I just wanna be, I just wanna be
Cute like a Pomsky
Donned in that leather
She dancing for Fonzi
Falling for Ellas
swallowed his razor (wsssht)
Say no more, my back be parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law
Take off
vomit
I'll feel bad cos u weren't really on it
Man can't sing cos the family is horrid
If i go in then man go up
The next time we link you'll be
guilty, so fuck the warden
Call the President, man give him a pardon
I got more fuckin green than the Boston Garden
My dogs on the block nigga got my back
will I will never stop
I will never stop stop stop
I will never stop like a marathon in Boston
Don't get it confused cause I never feel exhaustion
to Boston it feel like I'm in the motherland
Wrestle wit' the rackies it be bustin' out the rubber band
I ain't felt yo vibe in a minute
Ain't talked to my
a pearly white gate, all that bullshit is fake
the only gates i'll see if they send nigga upstate
never that, I'm here to show the world where my head's
do feel vertigo
I’ll be in the cut, tell them girls lets get surgical
farenheit for 51, that paper we just burning through
create money for me
a black man's world, I'll paint a perfect picture, if you read between the scriptures they was never really Fucking with us. It's a black man's world,
could shoot a bullet in Los Angeles and hit him in the ass in Boston
Five minutes later, he'd be standing on the lawn
At the Kennedy compound going, "Ah
a shit
On these rappers who suck dick
I'm fucking sick, not ill
Ha, you wish
I eat a rapper like a mother fucking manwhich
(Aye)
No habla espanol
Never cut
Yellow man Theory he got all the Oxy
He’s not from Jamaica though he rolls the OG
He grew up in Boston hanging out with Whitey
Now he’s
turn my cool up
Yea that I'll leave em froze
Yea you know to each his own
She just wanna witness
To some things I never told
This the part where
like Rondo
Boston to Sac-town
(Some old shit man
Yall remember when Rondo went to Sacramento
He from LA, west coast)
Yeah
Heard a smooth break
Told my DJ
Now I'm like, fuck, I don't want to be an asshole
So I'm sitting there posing with Travis, Devon
With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it
I met her in Boston early last autumn when i was in town for a show. She is a teacher, i am a picker, how we met i'll never know. But we've got
Yeah
Yba Type shit man
Yeah
I'll be got damn if these niggas don't think ima Dade Nigga
Dade Nigga, Dade with it, Dade Nigga, Dade with it
And I' ll
a pearly white gate, all that bullshit is fake
the only gates i'll see if they send nigga upstate
never that, I'm here to show the world where my head's
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