B.O.O.M. Sgbh & Player1994 - End Game Freestyle

Ooh, this beat so Player
Crack, need a dose of me she play me every time she grab the jack
Too close to me, ain't tryna match this ain't no dating app
Okay said it's on sight when you see me I just laugh
I pull up for combat, he keep his arms still like Jax
And when we spin, we put em on they toes Michael jack
Son, no stand up I throw a punch like Michael black
Son, she be a trick, she's in the grave Michael mad
Sen, peep what I'm saying I keep my cool just like that
Facts, I'm a G but you won't see me wit no nat
My patna keep a sig like he bust one out the pack
They know something's up
They like aye he bout to snap
They say hip hop ain't the same, hold my phone, lemme rap
She open up like turn stiles
Ransack ya crib then burn it down
I'm in ya face like dermal
Keep possession like first down
Gun on the waist, whoo
I keep a check Anna Maye
On the trunk of the Benz
With your bitch getting laid
Talk wit yo chest you got something to say awww
You are now entering BOOMsWORLD
So much paper get my bitch to proofread it
Throwing up cash that's true Bulimic
As you can see it's
B.O.O.M. in the third person flow
Playing the narrator role just for understanding
Came up with niggas you wouldn't approve of just hooligans
Can't say the money changed me
I was OK with being a nuisance
Well invested like Goldman Sachs
Hell of power like the Tesseract
Kinda fly like a wombat
Brutality Mortal Kombat
Brand new draco ready to crash like Bandicoot
I had to do it
I gotta question
Should I let the song cry
Curiosity killed the cat, how da dog die
My sound of the old days was gas money for road rage
And the fuel that got me here
Were scars from my past years
Still missing all the times that my brother Skkip was here
He told me we would be on before you know it
So I just keep on writing for the closure
You know
Yea
Long live Skkip
Stunna Gang or Play in traffic

Written by:
Babs Akinde, Marcus Primus

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