Lyrics:
world we would all be rich
Hating on me I'll dissolve your clique
Two tone Rolex on my wrist
In a battlefield I'm a soldier, trick
Life is what you make
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
Hoes and tramps
Buts and sluts
Bitches tricks
Tits and butts
Bitches be dreamin for this eight inch demon
And when you hear me screamin, I'm
tryna get my future set, I’m haunted by my past
I ain’t looking for no temporary fix
I need a permanent solution to get out this magic trick
I don’t want
Intruder, (bow!) intruder
You never know who's an intruder
Don't do it, intruder
I bust ya (bow!) medulla
I'm burned out, I'm throwed off
I'm
Please come to Boston for the Springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings
that swing down low
Well my heart's in The Highlands, only place left to go
I'm in Boston town in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Or maybe I
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
never question Him this not no interview
Gave me the vision I turned it to visuals
(The Light)
I'm on a whole new mission
Won't trick me out my position
Electric Bugatti
I roll up to the party
Thicker than a Boston accent
Higher than your Back Bay rent
Look I'm not competing
With your bleating
Out
a trick on a bitch yea
You know how I do it
Got so much dope in this bitch
In the trap you would think that I grew it
I got the juice
I'm slicker than
something (rack)
She want a trick, I'm not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we having it
[Chorus]
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle it chose me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on this road
Of success so I got
the rafters
Turn your baby to a bastard
Free my nigga 'til it's backwards
Shit, come here, 'lil bitch, let me show you a magic trick
I got the gun in my
feelings, shit, I'm barely there (oh yeah)
I can never live in New York 'cause I can't carry there (oh yeah)
They say I can't live in my city 'cause it's
birth to rap remixes back in '88
No disrespect to Diddy, just settin' it straight
Instead of zig-zaggin', got a degree in raggin'
My daughter says I'm
I ain't savin' it (but I'm not savin' it)
She got that Boston, Massachusetts, I'ma Mercedes it (Massachusetts)
She goin' and sellin' it,
Niggas are loving the topic, Goddamn I'm the topic
Feelin' like I be in Boston
My choppaz gon' fly me a portion
My choppaz all real, that's a hundred
fena hit
You better mother fucking move, wen I'm on that booze
Hit you with ooze, leave a nigga snooze
Like a nigga balling out of Boston Tatum top em
told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her
neden from the back.
Ya know what I'm sayin.
Wrap her legs backwards into a boston crab and go to work.
Ya know what I'm sayin.
Fuck that shit.
I ain't no
stunt on Instagram, I'm in a rental van now
Don't know how this shit gon' turn, but I won't run my mouth
Nigga run up on me, I'ma back his ass down
cold
Bitch we stone cold
Bitch I'm stone cold you can call me steve austin
cnd I got a couple rari's out in Boston
Right now i'm with my niggas
They
Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh
That just once those doors
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