Lyrics:
the Boulevard
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
Cause I play
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
enough to get it on)
Don't slow, drive it, clean it, Lysol, bleed it
Spend the last dough (I got it) in your pock-o (I got it)
Just dance
Gonna be
Oh woah oh oh, oh
I can't get enough of myself
If I wasn't me, I can be sure I'd wanna be
I'm pretty major and I'll say it out loud
Living a,
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
that's cheap
That's so cheap we're gonna do it again
That's enough okay
Well, by that time
The extract of the Northern dog
Had induced in the fur trapper
Our offense is oh so, our defense dominate
We got that winning combination
To what? To regulate
Offense is oh so (forever)
Yeah, 2007, Cole
enough to put up with the cheatin'
Months go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'
We all got angels, we all got
asses not feeling me
Killed enough lines to be on a killing spree
If you said I was winning today I would say I agree
Some dudes get girls in doubles but
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh, eh
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy
Chrome all alone
So I got my head down
Bumping J. Cole in my fucking headphones
Tryna be quick cause my homie's house is
All the way at the end of the road
[J. Cole]
Life make a n-gga wanna yell out,
Change for the fame, how n-ggas turn sell out,
Too old for my mama crib I'm tryin to get the hell out,
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
'Cause I play
cause you all I delight girl
Fahrenheit go high in my head when I don't get what I like hoe
Sitting on my roof like I'm J Cole from 2014 Hill Forest Drive
to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh-oh)
What's goin' on, on the floor?
to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh-oh)
What's goin' on, on the floor?
millions and make the 40s decent
Kendrick soul with a J Cole spirit
Stayed my ass in college off a J Cole lyric
So I get attendance and teach myself all
Verse 1:
Okay the come up,
We was starting to warm up,
Loving the feel the music brought
To me when I jammed up
Listening to B.I.G, Nas and J Cole
Killmonger, that's a born sinner
Only ever time I go female J. Cole on it
Everything out here got base on it
Strings attached, Dre Chronic, rat-a-tat-tat,
beee with youuuuuu
[J.Cole]
Yeah
Hey
Ay though I love you hate that bitch that's always with you
aShame I gotta put up with her shit just to get you
She
Yeah
On some southern drawl shit
Look
Ridin' roun with my windows down
By the time that I roll em up
Police watching for my profile
Can't control
a let me take a swigger
And if you don't get any bigger
Yes, I'm that kind of nigga!
[J] Yeah! To the East, my brother, to the East!
[X] To the East, my
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