Boseman

Yeah, yeah We ain't have nothing, still we had it all Mama taught me how to pray, Blizzy taught me how to ball Chav taught me how to rap, but Ledo really my brother dog And Nino been my hitter since before he had a gun at all I'm running off, the game don't owe me nothing but my damn heart Always headed down like I was trying to start a damn car How dare y'all try to tell me I ain't been going this damn hard I'm a damn star, wear my credentials round my neck Just like a lanyard, this my house I kick these niggas out like a landlord I built it with the help of the Lord, no weapons for them Can't harm it if I drop, my feature price for real, you probably can't afford it Just to get a verse from Rab G, that cost a Ford Taurus I'm world touring, with a R&B singer in my suite too We making cake and eat it too, cause she know I got a sweettooth Set fire to the stu, I done blew up about three booths And I only did three albums, still waiting on niggas to recoup I really don't even see you rap niggas in my city Unless it's LC, Kale, Wes, Clipse or Shad Willie, Simp, Mayes, Intricate Quan are my niggas, but if I'm being honest The rest of you niggas ain't rapping with me, I'm speaking lyrically Ain't no way you hearing this and think you nice as G, I'm liking these little conversations you having Trying to entice the beef, but I can't be tempted by the lesser That's just desperate and I'm better, I'm the best And I ain't going back and forth with no tethers We sipping Negro Modelos, dancing bachata with feathers on our sleeves Umbrellas over the team, we make Def Jams like Vedetta Me and my queen like Coretta, I be the king like I'm Elvis I run the Ville like Cruella, put me in front of whoever I still drop bombs like I'm Trevor I've been to man since like seven, don't need no ties that I sever They telling lies to feel better, but it's whatever though X calling, have problems loving you, them rules is getting old She the type to type loud, instead of talking, yeah, she getting bold She give me everything that you have, I bet it's getting sold Been cold, I don't need no paddock to make my wrist froze Leave it in the air, man, I'm balling word to Jim Jones, I switch flows Just to show you niggas where my efforts be Spell it out a bit, couldn't dare ever eff with G Don't need no cosigners, I ain't lacking credibility Check my abilities, ain't nobody out here ill as me, I'm gone, man Y'all really not rapping with me, man, I'm just