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
Yeah, it's Kells
Kells and o-j (ay ay)
Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky,
I can't lie, I'm a ball 'til I die,
Blunts of the good
time
Then she came like Ah!
That's why I'm in it and I can't get out
(That's all them can do (say wah, say wah))
That's why I'm in it and I can't
Filling a void by filling a page
Fully engaged fully aware
Full of bullshit but I can admit
The badder the bitch the worse that it gets
Jacking the heart
you can get it right now
Now everybody like why you do it like that
Why the hell every day you be in' that all black
Fresh Pair of J's and you kno
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
and you know it's finna
Swish Primetime Kobe and you know I'm pulling up
Like I'm J. Cole, man I can't get enough I know the real you, why you acting like
My main goal is to get you to listen
I'm not J Cole or Drake, I'm just rapping and dissing
My mission is this: To get you to recognize
I'm not
weapons but dont get along
Got my hands on some money, you better get you some
90210, got on my raging bulls
Cole chilling, paid in full
Now i got
I'm sizzlin
It was writen and produced by me, Krizz, and Icy Roc
It's called Save Yourself, check it out
[Big Krizz Kaliko]
You can't get my money
still as fly as your zipper
True, I just get richer
But if it was ever all about skrilla
Then I woulda quit a long motherfucking time ago
Bitch, shut
tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us
Make the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us (Southside Bronx)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I
Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by
it but i’m scrolling to find drake’s baby mother
I get restless in the winter be coked out for the summer
I know better I like I’m prezi sucker free
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
(J-J-J-J-J.R)
Bust it ba-by
Ayy, can I please talk to my bust it babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo)
And let you
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
HARRY AND JOE
WRITERS LEN HANDLER, A.J. GUNDELL
Harry and Joe move south with their wives
Enjoying the golden years of their lives
But life doesn't
like to say my name, J bodiii
Who ride a beat like me, nobody
It go down in my DM, yo gotti
I tried two times to get a job up there at onyx
God told me
don't know what you're talking about
And I'm distracted by the gymnastics up in your mouth
Truthfully it's not you, it's me
'Cause you're the moon that
Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by
Dunking like LeBron James
Then you'll know who came
It's our time
We got our lime
Bro it ain't a crime
My bad I only got a Dime
Trying to by prime
Finding
Hustlas, ballers, players
Yeah, uh
The father figure
It don't stop, it don't stop
Uh, it don't stop
One love, one love
[j.t. the bigga figga]
I was
wayne no bruce
I can't have her shorty too loose, I'm chilling with gang and the crew
Everything ain't what it seems, Shout out j cole she got wet dreams
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