Rippa DeLaHoya - Boom

I don't wanna hear myself, I wanna feel myself, for real
You know it's, shit, I don't even much know
What would you do if you was me
Finally bossed up and on your feet
And everybody lookin at you green
Like you supposed to look out
But when you was fucked up they never looked out
They hate to see you when you doing good now
I never let it bother me
Phone on DND for niggas calling me
They acting like a nigga owe em property
But I don't owe a fuck thing
Swear I don't
It's crazy how cuz changed
Posed to be off the love thing
Crazy that you was supposed to be next to me
Can't let that get the best of me
I be keeping my distance
Won't have nobody else stressing me
I be thanking the lord
Cause he the one who be blessing me
Every morning i wake up
I swear there's always a check for me
To keep it real
I never throw no rocks & hide my hands
Fuck how you feel
Them niggas rather chase some hoes
Than get they self a crib
They never been in the field
They never been a hustler
And if you ain't about chasing that cheese
Then you a sucker
Round & round we go
Posting on the block
Chillin by the store
If you ain't got no money in your pocket
Then you broke
That mean you got no motion
You be flawgin for the hoes
(But we know how it go)
Quit to bend the block
Gotta keep a knot
Niggas always hatin'
So you gotta keep a glock
Put a switch on that bitch
Case you gotta let it pop
Cause niggas like to rob
(But you know how it go)
Good fella
I move like i'm tied to the mob
I'm just trying to live
They want me to be a star star
Already made it past a lot of niggas
Cause a lot of niggas ain't here
Blood gon' shed in these streets
Before I ever shed a tear
It ain't easy being me
But who gon' do it
You know me if i got it
I can't just let you go through it
I hope you do the same for me
I hang with felons
But the type that ain't gon' tell on me
I parked the challenger
I don't fuck around
Wrecked the S.R.T
Shooting the video
But i paid for that
Trying to clean this money
Make a way for that
Mama want me to take the clean route
I can't wait for that
I done ran it up
And caught a case
But I'm okay with that
Gotta take what come with it
(Gotta take what come with it)
How you loyal telling all my business
I don't play with that
Type of shit that made me get in character
Come with tape for that
But i'm in collins with a view
Trying to stay away from that
Round & round we go
Posting on the block
Chillin by the store
If you ain't got no money in your pocket
Then you broke
That mean you got no motion
You be flawgin for the hoes
(But we know how it go)
Quit to bend the block
Gotta keep a knot
Niggas always hatin'
So you gotta keep a glock
Put a switch on that bitch
Case you gotta let it pop
Cause niggas like to rob
(But you know how it go)

Written by:
Ricardo Toussaint, Emmanuel Alexis

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