Lyrics:
Boston,
Not for all the knobs on doors,
Would I agree to part with
All the joy you filled my heart with
When you said, "I'm yours".
judging by my schemes, thinking they my hurdles.
I've been living in the jungle, never cared for some trouble.
Now you niggas thinking maybe I should live
and pulled by this pain
And Sandra Bland’s mug shot is etched in my brain
I’m just tryna break these chains
Black lives matter
That's all I'm tryna say
Black
Might just be the Grinch cause I'll steal your heart like gifts then break it
All my vibes I'm faking
Bouncing off you because I'm vacant
Wish I
y'all (that y'all!)
And that's all!
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave
Or to fill you with slugs
Fuckin' them whores
Instead of claiming what's rightfully yours
Holdin' my heart from all the pain you caused
With no direction
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
books for free at the Boston Library or try the local brie
Massachusetts
It's a melting pot, my friend
Massachusetts
So many cultures hand in hand
In
niggas put fear in my heart
We only fear going broke
And none of you niggas put fear in my heart
We cut your head by the throat
Never would hang with you
Our story open up in the humble town of Randolph not that far of from Boston
about 2.40$
and that's not including what it's costing
We bring you
big start
The A-Bomb fears, Annette had ears, I lusted in my heart
A young man from Boston set sail the new frontier
And we watched the Dream
a champagne cork
Females so horny and mean, sucking scales off of live rattlesnakes
My boy gave his girl money for groceries, she got a new hairdo
Women
around all night in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no tellin' what you find in my trunk
Gotta live like this, cause I ain't no punk
So
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
heart's in the highlands
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go
Windows were shaking all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
sailed from Boston Bay bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so, I swam right back to shore
Back to my truly fair
Truly, truly fair
Meet me down the street
Cause you can't come to my trap
You can't not come to my trap
Can't come to my trap
Who are you
Where you from
You can't come
from the start
No close calls
We far apart
This a demon rapping with a broken heart
I ain't vulnerable
Girl I'm devilish
Got a burning river for my
for coming w heat
So We gon light it up (yeah yup)
Til we see our lives hold sum weight
Said I'm at my end... gonna do all that it take
God kept me
live life on no petty shit
I still put syrup in my beverages
I’m trying to use all my leverage
I get torn down for my heritage
My underwear came with
a week if it was them up in those streets, nah
From day dot, we found our hearts on playlists
Got solace from the strength we found, from Jehst to Miles
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
Tell me who's gon' save me from this hell
Without you, I'm all alone
Who gon' pray for me? (Who gon' pray for me?)
Take my pain for me? (Take my
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