B.O.M.S.A.
Sir Hop
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I see the direction that I’m headed in Once the plan in motion we about to get it in When it come to this I feel like a veteran You was searching for dope well baby this here’s Medellin I’m back on my shit again F*ck it I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again F*ck it I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again F*ck it, I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again So f*ck with the kid again Back on my shit again, I’m back on my shit again Write what I really did, it’s rare that I do pretend Niggas they do it big but I’m tryna do it long If you just play your role then I might bring you along This my confession, a nigga really been stressing The pressure’s over compressed And it’s got me countin' my blessings These rappers ain’t that impressive They pen ain’t even aggressive Again I’m leading the rest And again weed to the chest piece Move like a chess piece All about a bag like hefty And I’m still in a leather-clad left seat Blowin' gas so I had to take a back street Hit the spot, I’m mixin' Sprite up with the Jack D I’m goin' in I can’t let no one distract me Aye I know the game yeen gotta cap me Pray that a crime or a job won’t trap me I see the direction that I’m headed in Once the plan in motion we about to get it in When it come to this I feel like a veteran You was searching for dope well baby this here’s Medellin I’m back on my shit again F*ck it I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again F*ck it I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again F*ck it, I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again So f*ck with the kid again Mama told me to kill em dead, kill em dead Mama told me to kill em dead I said my mama told me to kill em dead, kill em dead Mama told me to kill em dead Mama told me to kill em dead Cause niggas hate when you the one to get ahead They steady loafin' when they need to get this bread Lil mama choosin' Imma tap it like the feds See I done cried, I done sweated, I done bled So all that negative energy shit is dead Hoe I get it how I live infiltrating systems You was home at the top and now you been evicted Nigga... I been spittin' crack since like the 5th grade Had a Webbie afro wit a temp fade Had a chat with Havoc right after my 10th grade He told me to stay hungry, imma get paid I see the direction that I’m headed in Once the plan in motion we about to get it in When it come to this I feel like a veteran You was searching for dope well baby this here’s Medellin I’m back on my shit again F*ck it I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again F*ck it I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again F*ck it, I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again So f*ck with the kid again Mama told me to kill em dead, kill em dead Mama told me to kill em dead I said my mama told me to kill em dead, kill em dead Mama told me to kill em dead I see the direction that I’m headed in Once the plan in motion we about to get it in When it come to this I feel like a veteran You was searching for dope well baby this here’s Medellin I’m back on my shit again F*ck it I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again F*ck it I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again F*ck it, I’m lit again I’m back on my shit again So f*ck with the kid again
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Written by: Javarious Hopson
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