Bitter Raps lyrics - Boogie
Yo it's a thin line between opinions and bitterness my nigga
Choose wisely, ayo this thirsty shit could be a real deadly thing bruh
Don't be the next victim of thirst 48
Unless it's too late, I think it is
Man I'm a witness
I hate when niggas get to flexing just to show off for some bitches
But still ain't got none, you smoke 'em out just for the kisses
Always asking for a shotgun
You need to kill that
I know I always say I'm numb so you should know that we don't feel that
No we don't feel that but we ain't on the same thing
No we ain't on the same thing, so what you saying?
I hate when niggas get grown up and outta nowehere get to bangin'
Like where you hanging?
I wonder if them niggas know you at the place that you be claiming (prolly not)
Or you just acting
And most of you niggas is my sons shit I should claim you on my taxes
It's more than rapping
But we ain't on the same thing, no we ain't on the same thing
I love ya'll bitches twerk videos though
Just ya'll ego I hate sometimes
And you niggas really gotta stop doing these gay ass poses
All over the social tryna be models
I don't know if niggas is models, rappers, or what
The fuck is going on breh?
Somebody help me
I hate when niggas roll up weak blunts just so they can take a selfie
Got me hot though
I hate when niggas pop a pill and start to thinking that they macho
Like he a savage
I hate when niggas get to flexing just to show off for some ratchets
Oh shit, I said that
I guess I'm on the same thing
I'm prolly on the same thing
Go 'head and try me
I hate how every LA rapper try to make a song like YG
Like be creative
I hate when bitches call me bro when I've already seen them naked
We ain't related, damn man I hate it
My most honest opinion, I feel like all you niggas wack
Take this weed and roll it up, up in these bitter raps
I'm killing ya'll
Let Me Rap lyrics - Boogie
I love you women, but I hate you bitches
Let me rap
I love you women, but I hate you bitches
Let me rap
Yeah, uh
I'm like a bougie soccer player, I can't kick it with niggas who got no goals
How is you driven if niggas all in your road?
Even potholes feeling like Apollo
Shit done got Rocky, uh
That ain't ever stop me, uh
Mommy played poppy, uh
Poppy played bitch, uh
Left us in a ditch but somehow we never flinched, uh
Sitting on this bench, looking at these starters
Damn these niggas weak, knowing that we harder
They tryna guard the-
They tryna guard the best player in some slippers
I hope my background could fit up in your picture
Speaking of picture, she posing for the social
She think she global, but she forever local
That pose get you big likes, huh?
You hoes think that shit tight, huh?
But let me stop, I see a diamond in your past
And gems are carried but you only show your mask
And now your ass is getting treated like smashes
All beat up, but you done seen Cassius
Took the Clay, formed the gun then I shot
Like nigga, hey, this 'bout as fake as your plot
And word to 2Pac, but I'm all like X-Pac
Telling all you hoes "suck it"
You won't get no next shot, uh
I want some real women to touch y'all bitches
Until then I'mma say "fuck y'all bitches"
Man, real rap
I want some real women to touch y'all bitches
Until then I'mma say "fuck y'all bitches"
Real rap
I love you women, but I hate you bitches
Let me rap
Uh, now let that resonate
Same shit that got you feeling bomb can make you detonate
Don't hesitate
Tried to elevate her, but she gotta learn these steps as she stares
In that mirror, what the fuck you think reflect?
It ain't no real shit
Never put a chain over niggas I'm in the field with
And never let a ratchet leave me whipped, uh
If life is a bitch I swear she think she used to own a nigga
Now she a slave to my motherfucking dick
I built this Underground Railroad to get me out this hellhole
Walking in my shoes'd be the first time they felt soul
Brenda Had a Baby? No, Brenda had a sister too
But it's crazy cause she grew up with a different view
Recognized the problem, and figured out the answer
She grew up in detention, and now she got standards
That's real rap
I swear that story should touch y'all bitches
And if not I'mma say fuck y'all bitches
Man, real rap
I want some real women to touch y'all bitches
Until then I'mma say "fuck y'all bitches"
Numb lyrics - Boogie
Shit
Okay you got me to the point where I don't give a fuck
Yeah
I know I was slippin' for a minute
But it's funny cause you trippin' up
And I don't care if niggas gettin' up
You got me to the point where I don't give a fuck
You could even call my phone but I ain't pickin' up
Cause I remember I was riding
Til' a nigga caught them flats
Ain't nobody had my back
Where's all my bitches at
Man, they got me to the point where I don't give a fuck
Shit
Man how it feel to be numb
What, that sound crazy nigga
Numb is no feelings
I'm so willing to steer these dudes the right way, you know
Spread my darkness in a bright way
Lookin' for a wife, hey
Sike how I'm tryna find a wife
When every bitch I like seem to be livin' for them likes
Girl its more than just your Insta
Let's see the bigger picture
Speakin' of Insta, Finna gram with my niggas
Makin' plans with my niggas
Left my bitch and now its no stress
I get to poppin', now she watchin' That's my role-ex
It's no rest when you tryna get your name out
Niggas come from nooses, stupid, I ain't tryna hang out
Especially with lame niggas
I paint the picture
Dip the brush up in my pain nigga
Whoo (oh my God I don't care)
Yeah, bars to you niggas
Strip you of your pride
I'm like stars to you niggas
Ain't no secret on a Sunday
All these bitches get to twerkin'
And niggas get to searchin'
But now we call that thirstin' (thirsty)
Man I swear Twitter turned lying into talent
Until then imma try and find balance
Shit if I was ever slippin, know I got up
And niggas keep puttin' them shots up
But they gon' keep breakin
And we gon' keep laughin'
Cause they gon' keep trippin'
And we gon' sneak past 'em
Ah fuck em though, it go
Cuss at pussy niggas or you is one
Stingy what the fuck
Bruh you know I ain't finna give none
I said you know ain't finna give none
Give a fuck
I don't give no fucks
Give no fucks, I give no fucks
I give no fucks
I don't give no fucks, fucks
Give no fucks
Give no fucks
Give no fucks
Give no fucks
Give no fucks
No, no fucks
Woah, smokin' and drinkin' that's the way that I'm feelin'
I break it down and mix it up with my feelings
And I been chillin'
Catch me on a late night, I'm staring up at the ceiling
I take a shot and say how I'm finna kill 'em
But they don't hear me though
Jesus, why my generation paraplegic
You see we hungry for knowledge why can't you feed us
Need some food for thought
Shit it can't hurt me
They done cursed me with the gift of bein' thirsty
Uh, no, huh, yeah, uh
Shit you got me to the point where I don't give a fuck
Cause honestly I feel like you ain't give enough
I'm givin' up, nah
Westside lyrics - Boogie (feat. A$ton Matthews)
[Boogie:]
Westside nigga, westside nigga
'TIll the death my nigga, I'm a rep my nigga
That's a set my nigga, I'm a westside nigga
Westside nigga, westside nigga
'TIll the death my nigga, I'm a rep my nigga
I'm a westside nigga, westside nigga
Westside nigga, I got love for the north, east, south
But I'm a westside nigga
I'm a westside nigga, westside nigga, westside nigga
Westside nigga, but you deaf my nigga
Disrespect my nigga, catch a wet my nigga
You can bet my nigga, bang, bang, bang, bang
I'm with the seven teal snake eyes, I bet I make you crap out
You ain't tripping in the club off the molly, probably finna get us packed out
Ask about Boogie, you could ask about Boogie
Did they ever tell you that I act sweet
How ironic, we was running niggas fades if we seen them at the track meet
Being a pussy is still a bad look
Don't get no gun if you just scared to get your ass whooped
Last look at my brody before they took him
Didn't even read his rights before they booked him
How illiterate, my niggas thick, we out here thuggin'
And most my niggas crips, that's different shit but I ain't judgin'
But they know nigga this that other side shit, I'm still bloodin'
I know we ignorant, just picture it
'Cause ya'll ain't coming to the motherfuckin' westside
Westside nigga, westside nigga
'TIll the death my nigga, I'm a rep my nigga
That's a set my nigga, I'm a westside nigga
Westside nigga, westside nigga
'TIll the death my nigga, I'm a rep my nigga
I'm a westside nigga, westside nigga
Westside nigga, I got love for the north, east, south
But I'm a westside nigga
I'm a westside nigga, westside nigga, westside nigga
[A$ton Matthews:]
I'm a westside nigga
Looney gangstas be the set my nigga
Disrespect my nigga, leave you stretched my nigga
Try to hit the deck my nigga
Cutthroat gang and we coming at your neck my nigga
Don't take it as a threat my nigga
'Cause you ain't one
You just another body, when the tape come
Your homies coming for the gift bag
But we hit them where they miss at
More bodies dropping and we did that
MAC-11 [?], push a pussy nigga wig back
Aston Matthews in the Aston Martin
With the trigger sparking and the fingers crossing
Bring the choppers, bring the coffins
Somebody get the reaper off him
Get to tripping and we off him
That's what happens when you lost it
That westside nigga, that westside nigga
Yeah we living in hell moving work if it fit on the scale
Put in work for a ticket to jail
Making sense of the madness
So I clean the bitches spill blood on my canvas
From the westside, to the [?]
West coast nigga we back in
Do It Like We lyrics - Boogie
Who can do it like you, who can do it like you?
Who can do it like you, who can do it like you?
Who can do it like me, who can do it like me?
They might try you nigga
Name a nigga that can do it like me
They ain't ever gon' get close though
Who can do it like you, who can do it like you?
Who can do it like you, who can do it like you?
They can't do it like you
I swear these bitches can't do it like you
And who can do it like me?
Name a nigga that can do it like me
Who can do it like me?
Better yet, who can do it like we?
Who can do it like we?
And you my little desert eagle
Blessing all you people but you killing all these bitches
Aaliyah flow, one in a million to these bitches
I know you seen them, I got no feelings for these bitches
And you stay in your position
I write a check just to pay for your attention
And you ain't really in the plan of the victim
You just tell 'em when it's done, just don't tell 'em how did it
Woah, and your last nigga weak
Nigga when I told you it's that nigga last week
'Cause a week never lasts, I creeped on your ass
Let me teach your home for you, this a beat for your ass
Look at you stopping all the traffic
You all never really care about the laughing
Plus you know that I don't do it for the ratchets
You get a satisfaction when we look at they reaction
Who can do it like you, who can do it like you?
Who can do it like you, who can do it like you?
I swear these bitches can't do it like you
And who can do it like me?
Name a nigga that can do it like me
Who can do it like me?
Better yet, who can do it like we?
Who can do it like we?
Still tryna figure out how they can do it like we
They can't do it like we
So you might as well cheer, real
Niggas still ain't fucking with my Gita though
Let's talk about me though, now let's talk about me though
How I got these other niggas PO, checking like a PO
He mad cause he ain't me though
'Cause niggas always lying that's why you don't fuck with Leos
Tell 'em we know, and you running from my D tho
Got you looking like you Tebow, ain't no nigga to you knee though
And they be asking where do we go?
Shit they could come to our casino, but you know they gotta deal with it
I swear your pussy is a meal ticket
And if I put it on a plate, I make a meal with it
It feel different when you real with it
You never change but we still different
I rather aim when I kill niggas
And from this height ya'll just little niggas
She don't trust it if there are problems with the clique
You could tell, without Michelle that Obama don't exist
Highskoo Interlude lyrics - Boogie
I'mma take it way back
Back when we was wearing Fubu jerseys with the wave cap
But when I went to high school, that's where I learned my ways out
When niggas started getting letters stiched up on the A's hat
They know that I won't ok that, cause nigga know I play that
If they ever get to dissin, we be askin' where the fade at
Where we stay at? At the mall, everyday when we was ditchin'
You ain't got no pen and paper
We know you ain't got no bitches
Nigga, you ain't got no bitches
My nigga, you ain't got no bitches
If you beefin', where yo girl? Shit, I know she with the business
I go flip it, you know how niggas did it
And plus, I'm immature so the whole school know I did it
Oh, shit, I shit, I'm such a west side nigga
If I neva met yo girl, then you blessed my nigga
Scrollin' thru my aim, tryna see who wanna kick it
Hit 'em all like I can get it, I ain't thirsty, I'm just wid it
I ain't thirsty, I'm just wid it
I ain't thirsty, I'm just wid it
Chillin with the homies, lookin' for the bitches
Hit 'em all like we can get it
I ain't thirsty, I'm just wid it
I ain't thirsty, I'm just wid it
Save You lyrics - Boogie
You see at first, I remember me saying you should em, come save me and shit
Its kind of different by now tho, let me save you
Your beauty deserve dedication
With my medication
But you sick of the games I be playin
I swear that I'm changin
You tell me you hate my perfection
Then you talk in your spanish
Well shit I learn my lesson
I swear that I do
I feel like a rush that I'm tryna collect
Now ain't that ironic we fuck til confession I swear you my blessin
Just look how it got us affected all this lack of affection
It just lead to this stressin
I swear that it do
I hate you, I love you, I need you, no fuck you
U leaving? like damn what you doin?
The games that we playin, I swear they confusin
Its just an illusion
Cus we made for love
We fight together, and you break it up
I let you down, and you make it up
U gave alot
I thought I gave enough that shit was fake as fuck and that's real
Cause we made for love
We fight together, and you break it up
I let you down, and you make it up
U gave alot, I thought I gave enough that shit was fake as fuck and that's real
I hate you, I love you, I need you, no fuck you
U leavin? like damn what you doin?
The games that we playin, I swear they confusin
You know what the truth is
I feel like a rush that I'm tryna collect
Well ain't that ironic, To save my confession
I knew I would distantly definitely jump
Took ya breathe from the start
As I look at my ankle
Like how its gon heel if I step on ya heart?
Its more than a sprang when you up in this game
I just can't let it stress me
As you picture my face and you tell me how you feelin sketchy
Yeah you picture my face then you tell me how you feelin sketchy
Then you tell me its over
The shit that you text me
Fuck
We made for love, we fight together and you break it up, I let you down and you make it up, and you gave a lot
I thought I gave enough that shit was fake as fuck and that's real
Big Dawg lyrics - Mouraine & WESTSIDE BOOGIE
I'm the one that's big dawg
All speak is big talk
You ain't got this type of sauce
I'm the big dawg
I'm the one that's big dawg
All speak is big talk
You ain't got this type sauce
Young nigga on the come up
Thought that I was on
Hold up wait for summer
Weezy F, baby I'm number one stunna
Rain muthafucka
Grab an umbrella
You ain't heard about me
But the name rings thunder
I'm going all in bitch, started last summer
Guess it's only right I coach the team to Coachella
Got money I'm stacking, done with all the arguing
I don't speak numbers, let Rebs do the bargaining
Fuck all of the stats that you averaging
I ball hard, I hardly miss
Came a long for some Africans
Still tryna cash a cheque from UNICEF
See me, I ain't new to this, new to this
I'm that lil' nigga, but to you that's big homie
They don't take shots, I had to pull out the goalie
Now days I'm on, I made it hard to ignore me
Bitches all adore me, mentality like Kobe
All my young soldiers salute like I'm Kony
Guess I'm bad guy in the end of the story
I'm the one that's big dawg
All speak is big talk
You ain't got this type of sauce
I'm the big dawg
I'm the one that's big dawg
All speak is big talk
You ain't got this type sauce
Young nigga on the come up
Thought that I was on
Hold up wait for summer
Weezy F, baby I'm number one stunna
Made it through the thunderstorms
I don't care about the rain
Cuz shit, I'm used to being poor
Even days when I was sore
Said fuck it let it run its course
You should be afraid, cuz I ain't even hit my final form
Even hit me, oh shit
Fishore, what you on my dick for?
You call me unannounced, I gotta hit you with the ignore
Gotta learn to be fearless, so I dunno what a limit is
Tapping into the spirits, so now the powers unlimited uh
Please don't tell me about no shit that ain't relevant uh
As far as pressure, that's when I'm right in my element uh
They sell you tickets from all these stars that I wrestle with
Gotta know ain't no settling uh
If you ain't guess, bitch Imma, bitch Imna
Yeah, yeah, bitch I'm a big dawg
Had to use my claws to scratch the surface
Big fog, had to clear it all to see my purpose uh
Bitch no recording while you around me makes me nervous
You dunno know that I got enemies that's lurking
Either way bitch
Imma, Imma, I'm the one they call
I'm the one that's big dawg
All speak is big talk
You ain't got this type of sauce
I'm the big dawg
I'm the one that's big dawg
All speak is big talk
You ain't got this type sauce
Young nigga on the come up
Thought that I was on
Hold up wait for summer
Weezy F, baby I'm number one stunna
Yo Big Mo that's rain, just tryna sustain
Impact on the game, that's a big stain
Master of ceremonies like I'm sensei
Told them I'm the one, they said that's insane
Now tell me who the ones that's tryna maintain
Definitely not this gang
I met your girl yeah she's smart, she good brain
Fuck I'm saying?
I'm tutor I got good game
City that is mine it's for the taking
These niggas pump faking
Talking to pigs, they some bacon
Speaking of the pigs, fuck yo reconciliation
I don't got the time for the hands to get shaking
Mhm, look that's a closed case
Shit's a marathon, it's not a race
And she get jiggy to the bass
Thought she was Jamaican dawg the way she moves her waist
I hit a home-run, nigga fuck at first base
And she was saying it's a hot girl summer
Took her best friend from her
What shame, that's a bummer
(It's what I do)
I'm the one that's big dawg
All speak is big talk
You ain't got this type of sauce
I'm the big dawg
I'm the one that's big dawg
All speak is big talk
You ain't got this type sauce
Young nigga on the come up
Thought that I was on
Hold up wait for summer
Weezy F, baby I'm number one stunna
Big dawg
Big dawg
Bless The Booth Freestyle lyrics - Boogie
Oh they ain't can tell you can fly
They ain't tell you have covers on your eyes
They ain't tell if you try that you can probably touch the sky
This ain't hungry for the truth, cause they gone try to feed you lies
And they gon tell you that its fly (woah)
Um
Freestyling as an art from
Means
Natural expressions
Um
Ju-just letting all your feelings out
First its important to me as a person because
I be having all my feelings bottles in
And i think if everybody can take that message
You know
From that, instead of keeping everything bottled in and find a way to let it out
Then, it'll change to world for better
I'm out here in New York and it's cold as shit
I ain't got no jacket
(Hmmmmm)
(Yeah Yeah)
(Uh)
I just need my space
(Uh)
(Yuh Yuh)
(Uh)
(Shh)
Confirmation that I'm alive
Send the eyes and math that I ain't reply (whoa shit)
(Uh)
I wrote with this when my phone was dry
With the intention of hurting somebody pride
Let me Guide you to this body man, somebody murdered me
Think my ex done showed her nigga all my insecurities
I've been walking on the ocean, I've been swimming in the sky
They gon' try to keep it light, I ain't tryna let it slide
Don't be so loud when you win cause they ain't care to listen
Don't be so proud of your skin they say that's terrorism
I bare the mission of giving my kid a living, to only see him on weekends
Had to tell him "like the world be keeping secrets"
They ain't can tell you can fly (no)
Oh they ain't tell you can fly
They ain't tell you have covers on your eyes
They ain't tell if you try that you can probably touch the sky
This ain't hungry for the truth, cause they gone try to feed you lies
And they gon' tell you that its fly (woah)
Yeah they gon' tell you that its fly
That have that wifey plus a shortie on the side
Can't consider you a man until the moment that you ride
(Awh)
They gone try to feed you lies
The strongest person that I ever knew was not a god
I learned that the day I seen my mom apologize
The hardest thing that I ever did was compromise
I swear the only dad I ever had was father time
And I ain't really been the same since my old thang
When I got chills just from standing in your cold flame
Was so whack the day she left me for some no name
This verse was about (Ummm)
It was towards, uh, the youth I guess
I directed it to my kid
It was just telling him that "don't believe the lies the worlds telling you that you can't be great" (You know)
Shit sounds so corny
Corner Store Freestyle lyrics - Westside Boogie (feat. Dezzie Gee)
Yeah, yeah
Yo, rest in peace to my grandma
Yeah, yeah
Ah, man
I see you back in your disguise, uh
Peace with you as you travelin' through time, uh
Nah, peace with you with that battle in your mind
Talk to God, I just hope that he reply
And can you open up the sky? Think my granny tryna fly
Sick and she just died, I couldn't tell her my goodbyes
She kept that shit inside and had to hide how she was hurtin'
But damn, my poor baby wasn't tryna be no burden
I been lurkin' in the deep and I been searchin' for a meanin'
All these bitches got secrets, all these niggas got demons
I see that I done lent a helpin' hand to the ruined
Oh, I understand that now that I'm flowin' and influencin'
Take this lil' bit of light, thread this lil' bit of glow
Show my niggas they can heal, then put my foot up in the door
I told brodie check they car before they walk into the store, uh
Bet they watch they step when they start talkin' 'bout the flow
Niggas know, I know, ah, shit, niggas got me in my mode
All alone, lightin' blunts up on my stove
They put me on the shelf, that shit surprisin', I ain't fold, uh
Got it from my momma, taught me how to stay composed
Me and shawty had to end, now she fuckin' on my friend
Irritate my skin, why the fuck you rub it in? Ah, man, yeah, yeah
Now I go out and pretend, uh
Wonder if it's somethin' that you thought in the begin'
Let me end, I know
Alright, let's get out this beat, I'ma be in my feels all day
Let's get to the next shit
Yeah, let's go off
Lemme be ratchet, ratchet BOOG' activated
Yeah, yo, free Bully
WESTSIDE America, yeah, yeah
Ah, man, and
Free my nigga out the cell, uh, uh
Can't you tell? Lately, I been overwhelmed, uh, uh
I'm the only one that's tapped into the killings
And can turn around and rap about my feelings
It can happen if you willin', oh, well
Better think before you in here, uh, uh
Please remember, I'm a Campanella member
I been hangin' with the sinners
Keep it real enough that I could pull you out a river, you a sinner
She keep talkin' to me brazy, I just let it go off
He don't really know me, baby, he just tryna show off
I did shrooms the other mornin' and that feelin' wore off
I just caught another bag, I can't let you throw off
I'm just hopin' I don't blow it, assumin' it can happen any time
As I maneuver through the mines in my mind
Ain't no Uber or a ride, if I do, you gotta scoop me in the sky
You a goofy or the guy, you decide, uh
Thankful for the hard shit, thankful for the burnt missions
Teachin' me my letdowns but now you know the terms different
Shawty got some nerve 'cause niggas never curve bitches
She ain't my main and my broker have his turn with it
Let me go off, ah, shit, go off
Ratchet BOOG' activated
Shoutout to The Corner Store, Dezzie in this bitch
Do 4 Love (Freestyle) lyrics - Boogie
Ran outta breath
Darius (Yeah)
How you feel about love? (Huh?)
How you feel about love? (Love is trash)
It's trash? (Yeah)
Wow
Yo, see, what I won't do is know your past gone
And still treat you like the old you
And try to latch on when I need to let you go soon
Or let it drag-on if you sayin' you gon' Goku
'Cause I ain't tryna hold you, no
But what I will do is help you unlearn things
So I could then rebuild you
Or when you in the crossfire, know I could come and shield you
Or I could be a mirror just so you could know you still you
But still, you love givin' me your demonstrations
She said that she don't fuck with BOOGIE, she discriminatin'
Somebody instigatin'
Man, I done been around the world, it ain't no sick of places
Right between the spot of your love and your manipultation
Put that on my old shit, put that on my momma
That this shit can be misleading when you blinded through the trauma
I put that on my old shit, put that on my momma
That all my sketchiness is withdrawn from all the problems with my father
Shoutout to Jhené and days I think about still, uh
Sick 'cause I ain't notice we was goin' downhill
You know hurtin' full of work, you know healin' is a skill
Beauty in the emptiness is that I still could get refilled
What I will and what I won't
Yo, that's what I won't do
You was my sunroof when rain tried to come through
She hit a lick off my pain so it's, "Fuck you"
It's, "Fuck you," it's, oh
Oh, but I will do is, uh
Expose Me (Freestyle) lyrics - Boogie
Expose me to what you know, your secret safe here
Hold me like I'm your own and keep my faith, yeah
Show me to find your road and lead the way, yeah
Show me to hold my own for each mistake, yeah
Back to putting all my feelings in
How many times is you gon' ask me where I been again
Man I've been gone and found home up in a sprinter van
I pray the city that we in got that ten a gram
I swear she get under my skin when she say I'm overthinking
She calling me a genius, now I think I believe it
She tell me that she love me but she leave me on the weekend
But that's the opposition that I seem to find peace in
Think that it's the right time for me to use a lifeline
Help me when I'm lost
Know I'm thirsty at the nighttime
Fighting for a lifetime to show you that I'm valuable
Help me get a grip just by holding me accountable
Hard for me to smile when I got no real options
Hard for us to talk when emotions kill logic
Wonder 'will you walk when you don't think I'm still popping?'
Knowing with my God I could never be forgotten
Telling them to...
Expose me to what you know, your secret safe here
Hold me like I'm your own and keep my faith, yeah
Show me to find your road and lead the way, yeah
Show me to hold my own for each mistake, yeah
Glory Of The God (Freestyle) lyrics - Boogie
Oh, yo
Yeah-yeah
Uh
Straight from the glory of the God
If the bitches come from Venus and my niggas come from Mars
We can meet up in the middle, let's go, function in the stars
From the glory of the—uh
What's a fight when it was titans that I sparred?
That's how I ended up with lightning in a jar
You gon' die behind a bar
Devil tried to scratch my body with his claws
I ain't notice, thought that shit was a massage
From the glory of the—uh
I just had a dream that I done juggled
All the heads of all your motherfuckin' kings, fuck a team
I'm with the whoops, I put a missile to your roof
Kill a couple since you rapper niggas always form in groups
I couldn't tell you who is who
I look around and see a whole lot of smiling
That's why I woke up and chose violence
This shit so unexciting
Don't tell me how you tried to do it different
The position seems tempting 'til you in it
From the Glory of the God, uh
I just ran a mile through the fog
Ran it by you so your memory get jogged
From the glory of the—
Do you want free will? Do you trust in fate?
Trust in fate, trust in fate
What would you do if you could change your days?
Change your days, change your days
What would you do if you could change your days?
Hieroglyphics lyrics - TYL3R DAVIS & WESTSIDE BOOGIE
Scientific with the flows
Hieroglyphics when I scroll
Hella gifted and they know it
I'm a problem around the city
Who gone solve it? Let me know
Make a scene and strike a pose
Y'all gone see it when I post
Making bands but I ain't Diddy
Preparation money
Feel a celebration coming
Got it out the basement when they never thought this rap shit would amount to nothing
Ain't no hesitation when they pass it to me
Ain't no need for reservations cause it's me who's cooking
The best food, the best view that we overlooking
I'm the one that they was overlooking
They moving shady with they records and they eyes crooked
Writing daily for these shows, I feel like Trevor Noah
I made Max Payne and now I feel a bit heroic
Leather coat and coated lungs just to spark my serotonin
That was back when I was still sneaking Sarah over
Young Casanova, keep the cash rollin
I hit the ground running, keep the car running
I keep the gas potent, she got that ass poking, shawty outspoken
I feel like everybody want a piece of me
Instead of having peace with me and still im moving peacefully
The attitude is Basquiat recently
The moneys coming frequently, I mastered my frequency
Pain always paints a better picture
Cloudy skies describe my mood
I take it higher than expected
Started meshing with the masters
I'm supplying what she asked for
I might put her on the task force
Triple threes might get it tatted
Symbolize my synchronicity, It's hard to dumb it down
The stroke of genius I'm displaying got them showing sensitivity
They decaying, and it shows now
Used to pray for shows, but now I'm saying no to shows now
Activate my aura walking with this sort of glow now
Always represent, but Mama know I gotta show out
But you can't fuck with everybody yeah that's why it's called exclusive
The introverted extrovert, I rather be seclusive
She just rather be exclusive
She a thot, she too intrusive
I make her cum before I come to my conclusion
It's bound to happen, you can't clock it
Know thats shit timing
Who tampered with my moral compass?
I been misguided
No I ain't tripping off no shot that I done missed
I been forced to sit look at the time that I been bench riding
After a while you can't complain, just gotta be a solider
That let me know its just a game, I thought I needed closure
Back on the east remember Bri was trying to sneak me over
I guess the highs could bring you even lower, like shit
Do I make mistakes? Sure I do
Do I ever fall up on my face? Sure I do
I been in the war too, uh
Haunted by some shit, I can't ignore
Now my demons, they come see me every morning
Hit my nigga while I'm touring like this shit a movie
I know that shit gone hit his soul because he living through me
You niggas give relaxed vibes but not I
I ain't never that tired cause lord willing I don't ever backslide
Joe Exotic (Freestyle) lyrics - Boogie
Stack that bitch up, Mike, hm
Put it on me (Ooh)
Yo, I think I gotta give the cap, God, somethin', mm
I bought a Zip' and then got taxed five hunnid, ooh
I hit my ex, I feel the backslide comin'
Told myself, "This be my last time fuckin'," ugh (This the last time)
I could make a hunnid just from sellin' crewnecks
I'm a Campanella nigga but I love the blue checks, ugh
Crying 'bout the bitch in the fuckin' groupchat
Old clingy ass nigga still ain't let her loose yet, ugh
That's how niggas be a lot
I be by myself because I tend to overthink a lot
Probably why I drink a lot
No, that ain't your man, you just usin' him for props, ugh
No, you ain't at war with your imaginary opps
Told a nigga who I am, all that trolling on the 'Gram
Strip a nigga of his pride, make him start an OnlyFans, ugh
Yo-yo, I can't be out here holdin' hands, can't be puttin' bitches on
I can never fold again, oh my God
Think it's time, I feel a backslide comin', ugh
I hit my ex 'cause I think tax time comin', ugh
I fit the family in the red five hunnid...
Alright, nigga, that it
LA Leakers Freestyle #142 lyrics - Westside Boogie
Yo, yo, uh
The rhythm I had to catch, the string that I had to stretch
I've been beat, but it's all instrumental to my success
I'm in deep, I took too many lefts and lost my direction
How I end up on this search to be accepted
The lesson say the world in my position, I can reach it 'cause it's near
Yeah, I'm hungry but I feed into the fears, you know
'Least I've been aware, you know
In my mind, I'm screaming out for air 'cause I swear it's way more deep than it appears
Here's my secret, come hold me so you could feel me, it's heavy
Like break my ego in pieces and come rebuild me, I'm ready
My life already get shaky so made my focus be steady
I look myself in the mirror like "I could grow if you let me."
Like I could... hold on
Shit, if I uncover my power, I'll be dangerous, uh-huh
Teach my nigga how to heal and be more patient, uh-huh
I'm responsible to come to all the savings
But I'm left with all these guilts because I made it, but, you gotta know
Missed a couple bag I was countin' on but ridin' on
Get rid of my hoes when it's album mode, I'm alone
I don't hang with niggas that I kinda know, gotta go
I don't hide my kids, shit, I be proud to show but I've been so
Caught up in the jam, I even offer you my hand to help this fight to make somebody understand
Come bring water to the dam
Sent from heaven in this war soon as I land
Make me think that being born was just a scam
Never planned to catch me slippin' in my city
Just', you know this shit get tricky
Got the spirits of my dead homies with me, with me, woah, woah
Never wife that bitch if she too mixy, knowing if I break the cycle, it'll fix me
But that
That's all I know
Uh
Let's get active, all that other shit get throw out
We know my rachet side gon' always bring the hoes out
You know it's smart to tell your label they should hold out
We know a Boogie verse could kill a nigga rollout but hold on lemme roll up
Uh, keep being weird, you gon' be somethin' that I toke
I think my peers might be runnin' from the smoke
The hood starvin', niggas hungry for the GOAT
All that humble shit gon' have you nigga broke
If I ain't right there, under God, then get a better list
Please don't say I do it all because I never miss
Why they braggin' 'bout some pussies that they never hit
That shit goofy, got a coast I gotta represent
I heard that she'll be pressin' shit, but not I
Let's lock eyes, gotta see if you got opps vibe, that's not wise
We keep movin' at them stop signs
Man outside I put Lucas on my hot fries
Top 5? Top 5, okay
Bust mode, bust mode
It's all about respect, uh
Fuck hope, I'm cutthroat
Now, I'm on your neck
Shit, you sure that you want problems with the set
A bunch of niggas who got trauma that's suppressed
I slid up on my ex
I told her don't be talkin' to me crazy, but I miss you
Come and argue with me baby, I think I feel a
I think I feel a backslide comin'
Hmm, oh, oh
Man, shit, uh
I drive slow
I swear to god it's a fate if we run to 5-0
It's a drive slow
Shit, when I'm out with the squad, who knows where it might go
Walkin' on this tightrope, even with my eyes closed
Why the fuck's my high's low
Trynna say I'm overthinkin', I'm like "Yeah, you right hoe."
Trynna tell me I'm too deep and I'm like "Yeah, you right hoe."
Uh, hatreds in my right hand, spent it on my left wrist
Why you go and fuck him?
Thought you was my best bitch
Nigga give my girl back, you must got a death wish
Rappers on my checklist, think I'm finna set trip
I rather drive...
I drive slow
I swear to god it's a fate if we run to 5
We drive slow
Man Down lyrics - Boogie
Pussy nigga put your hand down
Oh, oh yeah you thinking that we friends now
Like I'm gon' pretend now
Thinking that he in now
Shots fired, man down
Oh yeah she thinking that we friends now
Oh, yeah she see that I got Benz now
Think I'm gon' pretend now?
Thinkin' that she in now
Shots fired, man down
Got suburbans for the mission
Think he fly, bet the turbulence will hit him
Spent half the day up in the studio
You know I spent the the other half curving all these bitches man
Home run dirty on them
They ain't worried 'bout they will, but I am I go Fergie on 'em
Look how I'm swerving on 'em
I don't see no purpose on 'em
I see he stressed out, he walking with them worries on him
Poor nigga
Man fuck it though
I bet you know that she a hoe and you still cuff it though
I bet you know that he a snake and you still trust it though
But that ain't really what I'm coming for
I had to let 'em know
It's poor nigga, man fuck it though
Pussy nigga put your hand down
Oh, oh yeah you thinking that we friends now
Like I'm gon' pretend now
Thinking that he in now
Shots fired, man down (man down, man down)
Oh yeah she thinking that we friends now
Oh, yeah she see that I got Benz now
Think I'm gon' pretend now?
Thinkin' that she in now
Shots fired
Ride on 'em, put the fire on 'em (That's dark)
I tried to shed some light on 'em
I done walked through your aisle, I see mold on your tile
I see least in your truth, I see hoes in your smile
I done peeped through your drive, I done looked at your file
So please won't you take that booking info out your bio (Whoo)
They think it's vital to go viral
Like why I'm living right though if all these niggas syphals
Oh man, it's real life you should try that shit out
Set the bar, I bet I buy that shit out
Damn, I see that fake shit is what you been 'bout
Took a while for me to find that shit out
I'm like oh man fuck it though (Oh man)
Outside lyrics - Westside Boogie & Joey Bada$$
Alright, uh
Bitch, I ain't early, I say, "'Bout time," uh
Shit, I ran up hills in my downtime, uh
Y'all spendin' all day swattin' house flies, uh
That let me know that y'all not outside, oh
Who really outside? It's all about the approach
I been wantin' the smoke when my auntie was on dope
Got a bed that's full of bodies, got a closet full of ghosts, mm
Yeah, I'm cool with rappers, niggas actin' like we close
Shit, I'm the greatest on the coast and niggas thought I knew the Pope, mm
Blessed me with the hands that's catchin' all these niggas' fans, uh
'Posed to be your mans, damn, my nigga, you got scammed, uh
Funny that I'm standin' with the dude who made stand
But never treat me like the fan, 'cause what I am, what I am
Whatever you say I am, shit, if I was interested
Why would I say I am shit?
And the, the radio don't even play my jam
I give no damn, I'm in Bompton with the fam'
You say, "It's early," I say 'bout time, uh
I kill these niggas in my downtime, uh (Right)
They spendin' all day swattin' house flies (Badmon)
With couch time that let me know that they not outside (Yes)
Oh, who really outside? It's all about the approach (Woo)
Make it this far, gotta keep a couple scopes on me (Uh)
Bitch, I'm not a star, I stuff the chopper in my coat, homie (Uh)
They know who we are, they just think that we don't know
Reach your hand up in this fire, see if you don't get roast, homie
Eight years later, nigga, I deserve to boast (Yeah)
Still burnin' bread, nigga, I deserve a toast (Right)
Champagne spillin', big pimpin' off the coast (Right)
With my pocket full of knots, I could show you these loaves, uh
E'erybody smilin' 'round me, I ain't said no jokes, uh
On the block, sporty, Glock .40 in the tote, uh (Yeah)
Said they're best friends, fuck it, I'ma need both (Uh)
But she let me paint her face (Right)
I'm like Picasso with the stroke (Uh-huh)
Sleepin' with the king and she gotta stay woke (Woo)
If we ain't in the same boat, then that bitch afloat (Woo)
I'm stylin' in the drop like a nigga slang dope
Eyes wide when I'm outside, ready for the smoke (Uh)
Like I ain't takin' tokes, I could put you on game
I just hope you takin' notes
Bitch, I had the fame way before I learned to cope
Put respect up on my name, I'm surrounded by the G.O.A.T.s
You say, "It's early," I say 'bout time, uh
I kill these niggas in my downtime, uh
They spendin' all day swattin' house flies
With couch time that let me know that they not outside
Oh, who really outside? It's all about the approach
Know it's all 'bout the finish
I think I'm bein' too timid, I think I need to get with it
I think the reason I'm missing' 'cause I been lackin' precision
I think the credit they owe me should never come with a limit
I'm the best rapper that, wait, I'm the best rapper alive
I'm talkin' niggas that's sinnin', I'm talkin' niggas retired
I'm talkin' niggas that's comin', I'm talkin' niggas that's tried
I'm talkin' niggas that died, I'm talkin' all 'em combined
Man, I been fightin' with a lotta shit
Fightin' with myself 'cause I been fightin' my environment
Fightin' with my friends 'cause they been fightin' with entitlement
Tryna get inspired, you niggas ain't been no help
Got me competin' with myself
If I break these mental walls, then I get through to my brain
If I keep smokin' this tree, I find the root of my pain
Shit, if I make it through the flame with no burnt skin, uh
While I'm standin' in the ash, know I earnt this
I learned that y'all niggas ain't really outside
Reign On Me lyrics - Curci & Westside Boogie
What do you, what do you, what do you
What do you know about royalty?
Some love to hate on the loyalty
I love the love that can come in abundance
but hate when it comes to the lawyer fees
Hard to be trusting at all
I've been down for way too long
I'll shoot my shot, I'll break the law
From major keys to major loss
I do what I need, so bring it... on
Try not to think about consequences
Just win by a large percentage
Some say that's a flawed intention
I say you're just talking shit and not committed
Talk is cheap and I'm expensive
Think exquisite
Never had a mink but I'm bound to get it
Out of reach is out of business
I'm standing right here
Wonder what you're thinking when you're all alone
I'd be quick to grant your wishes if you put me on
Need someone to guard your energy just let me know
You got the crown so I'ma watch the throne
Reign on me
Reign on me
Reign on me
Reign on me
What's forever tell me (yo yo)
That's a way of saying some things won't change but I know
That shit's necessary
Plus it's safe to say we gon' be the same yeah I know
I'm in search of forever
I'm under pressure
The one that'll walk but know I gotta let it
I told myself she won't find nothing better
I told myself man that shit be whatever
All of my homies could hit me with problems
but all I could tell them is nigga you got it
I got my own type of battles I'm boxing
The way that they see it I'm breaking a promise
Thought we was for (ugh)
Thought we was forever
Lately it seems that you think that you're better
Lately it seem that you think nigga jealous
You going through something at least try to tell us
I'm in denial (whoa)
Ain't been good in awhile (whoa)
I done mastered the art of me hiding my heart in the form of a smile
I know, I know
Wonder what you're thinking when you're all alone
I'd be quick to grant your wishes if you put me on
Need someone to guard your energy just let me know
You got the crown so I'ma watch the throne
Reign on me
Reign on me
Reign on me
Reign on me
What's forever tell me (yo yo)
That's a way of saying some things won't change but I know
That shit's necessary
Plus it's safe to say we gon' be the same yeah I know
Said Sum (Freestyle) lyrics - Boogie
It's hot as a bitch
Big West side shit, stop playin' with me, nigga
Stop playin'
Yo-yo, uh
I got this feelin' I left somethin' (Ooh)
I though the nigga swore he was good
But can't go to his hood had just said somethin' (Ooh)
Fuck it, I feel like I'm in the streets
I'm in the industry, I'm finna dead somethin'
Guillotine how I been head huntin'
I think my shawty had said somethin'
How I treated her different
Love her, I hate her, I'm iffy, I'm picky
She think that she talkin' to three different niggas
Older I get, doin' bitches is crazy
It somethin' that's killin' me deep in my spirit (Uh)
That's as far as the think I be carin'
Thinkin' she special, I guess she ain't notice
That all of my bitches be meetin' my parents
Straight off the-straight off the clearance, I'm fresh off the rack (Rack)
Still got some feelings I ain't got to wear
'Cause I still got some shit that I still ain't unpacked (Packed)
Yeah, it's a pack, so we packin' you out
If we ain't see you swingin' as soon as it's cracked
If it go anything deeper than that
Niggas don't put all that shit in no raps
Niggas don't do all that shit where I'm at
In a pandemic, but still, I ain't panic
I almost said, "Fuck it, I'm finna start scammin'"
Cool bein' up in the house with the fam'
But I miss bein' ratchet, I took it for granted
Know who I am so I'm at in advantage
I leave it to him, he could deal with the damage (Woah, shit)
And know I ain't plan it
I just hit the bitch up as soon as I landed
Oh shit, fuck, uh
I got this feelin' I left somethin'
I thought the bitch that I took out the streets
But I put on the scene had just said somethin'
I thought (Alright)
Tripping lyrics - Malz Monday & WESTSIDE BOOGIE
(Tripping, Tripping, Tripping)
[Malz Monday:]
Sometimes I be tripping dawg (tripping, tripping tripping)
Roll a little spliff I's take a hit then I be driftin' off
'Member they was dissin' hard? (dissin')
Tried to pull up 20 deep but then my roster let that pistol off
She ain't wanna get involved (she didn't)
Said she heard about me but she dig my vibe so we just hit it off
Had to cut some niggas off (I'll clip 'em)
Ain't no beef or nothin' just ain't like the vibe that they was givin' off
If you talkin' 'bout me bring the facts
Hold up (hold up)
Niggas talkin' down but check the stats I'm goin' up (goin up)
Pa said he was comin' but he never showed up (showed up)
Prob'ly a good reason mama never told us (told us)
I just put that passion on the track and go nuts (go nuts)
I'm just doin' me, if you don't like it so what (so what)
Callin' shorty over told her bring some roll-up (roll-up)
She know I get cranky when a nigga sober (sober)
I done seen some shit that's unbelievable
I dot my I's, I cross my T's
I'm on my P's and Q's (P's and Q's)
Why you eatin' up them fantasies they feedin' you (they feedin' you)
Misleadin' you, what you believe it isn't even true (isn't even true)
But while you sleepin' I'm keepin' open my good eye (my good eye)
Never been the type to cry wolf, I made the wolf cry (I made the wolf cry)
'Cause I can't be in last place with the good guys
I do what I got to even if that means I'm hostile
I know...
Sometimes I be tripping dawg (tripping, tripping tripping)
Roll a little spliff I's take a hit then I be driftin' off
'Member they was dissin' hard? (dissin')
Tried to pull up 20 deep but then my roster let that pistol off
She ain't wanna get involved (she didn't)
Said she heard about me but she dig my vibe so we just hit it off
Had to cut some niggas off (I'll clip 'em)
Ain't no beef or nothin' just ain't like the vibe that they was givin' off
[WESTSIDE BOOGIE:]
Yo yo
I know that the love is fake (whoa whoa)
'Posed to put my soul at ease
Hold me down but let me breathe
You ain't s'posed to make me suffocate
Got a heart I gotta feed so I had to make my stomach wait
Who goin' be my saviour when my dark become contagious
Tryin' to fight it cause my thoughts could be so dangerous
I'm sayin', uh
I created space, I put myself up in The Matrix
Duckin', fadin' the imaginary Agents
I been tryin' to stay inside
Keep my energy protected
I can't fuck too many bitches
I can't give out all my essence, uh
Trump up outta office 'nother opper got elected
Gotta choose a lesser evil
So I guess this shit a blessin'
Still tippin' like I'm part walls
Guardin' all my feelings
I got demons, keep 'em all off
Shout my nigga Malz
That's my motherfuckin' dawg, uh
Pray I don't get - what what -
Pray I don't get mauled
'Cause I do this shit for y'all
But sometimes I know I...
[Malz Monday:]
Sometimes I be tripping dawg (tripping, tripping tripping)
Roll a little spliff I's take a hit then I be driftin' off
'Member they was dissin' hard? (dissin')
Tried to pull up 20 deep but then my roster let that pistol off
She ain't wanna get involved (she didn't)
Said she heard about me but she dig my vibe so we just hit it off
Had to cut some niggas off (I'll clip 'em)
Ain't no beef or nothin' just ain't like the vibe that they was givin' off
Whoopty (Freestyle) lyrics - Boogie
Know who I'm with, my dude
Free G Weed, free Bully, nigga
Yo, yo, know I mean, uh
I'm with the whoopties (I'm with the whoopties)
Don't tell me you gang 'cause it ain't the same
You say it too loosely, uh (You say it too loosely)
I'm sayin', "Free Ruccki," uh (Free Ruccki, nigga)
As long as I'm here, they say they ain't knew me
But I'll be immortal if somebody shoot me
That shit get depressin' and start to get to me (Ooh, ooh)
I call up this, uh, tell her to scoop me (Ooh)
Like, "Can we get faded?" Then come with a plan (Come with a plan)
Them tabs got me thinkin' I'm changin' the weather by movin' my hand, woah (By movin' my hand)
If you ain't let me hit then you really shouldn't care If I get at your friend
The more I get curved, the thicker my skin, uh
You ain't seen my DM?
Well, let me delete it and send it again
"Cause I always wanted to hit (I always wanted to hit)
That's how it's done in this bitch (That's how it's done)
He said he the plug to get in your box (I'ma keep it)
I'ma keep it a, uh, hundred percent of me went to the Lord
When momma was poor, and I never wanted a sip
Hate on the front of my lip, how I'm gon' stomach this shit?
This hunger a son of a bitch
Feel like you love to trigger me
Can't forget how to touch an enemy
You don't know about muscle memory
Gimme head while I'm, uh, while I'm on this killin' spree
Baby, she back and she turnt (She back)
Gotta act like she mad at me first
Up and I ain't goin' back to the first
Tellin' me that ain't how gravity work
Fuck it, 'cause I'm with the whoopty
Don't tell me you done and then go and sub me
You look like a goofy
You just look like a, uh
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