mixtape: The Reach (2015)

• The Reach (Intro)
• Wit Me
• Intervention
• Further
• God's Work Interlude
• Make Me Over
• First Evergreen
• Overstate Interlude
• Find Me
• Found You
• Change 

The Reach (Intro) lyrics - Boogie

[Jess Glynne (Boogie):]

My love and my touch

Up above, made with the warmth of my

My love and my touch

Up above, made with the warmth of my

My love and my touch

(From Long Beach city, like we knew that we was different)

Up above, made with the warmth of my

(Have been moving like evictions, like we do this for a living)

My love and my touch

(They ain't see it from the jump, I guess they grew into the vision)

Up above, made with the warmth of my

(So stop assuming I've been winning, I've been losing for a minute)

[Boogie:]

It's crazy how they get to switchin' when the crowd out

Guess they ain't tell you all that reaching can get you fouled out

Just bow out, not even trippin', we grown

Let me man up and get in my zone

I swear your defense is pretense

I'm like you better get that prevent

I'm coming with that deep shit, I mean shit like

All this rappin in the beach shit don't ever really mean shit

It only leave you seasick, you see shit like

Wave riders and dick hoppers

Insecure, another symptom that a bitch got you, pussy

See but I don't love to flex

Just don't talk about no reach if you ain't talking bout my text

Man I went from like, no pussy to slow pussy to yo' pussy

Bitches even throw my bro pussy

It turned to like, fast pussy, to past pussy

Tryna build a future with me, didn't like that past Boogie, that's crazy

Cause they was acting like the youngin' don't exist

Holy shit, I swear my throwaway could be your only hit

Throw the pitch, I know they're pissed

Cause they don't even hit the field nigga

I see your picture, tryna filter out what's real nigga

I build with you, we just gotta find structure

And I ain't chillin' 'til my son just get comfort

Like a rupture to my rib, when the homie caught a bid

You forever in my memories, so when I do a gig

I save a space for him, whoa, like I'ma wait for him

Steer wrong and the coppers ain't had no brake for him

Whoa, to my niggas I got a place for 'em

To my niggas, I be a faith for 'em

Cause from the ruins we ascended like we knew that we was different

Kept it moving like evictions

We do this for a living, they ain't see it for the jump

I guess they grew into division

So stop assuming that I'm winning, I've been losing for a minute

But now I'm winning for forever, all that losing shit for bitches

See but now I'm in this new light

Cause you was MIA when I was only getting two likes, a true rider

I done finally got my tune right

I do this for my son like I've been beefin' with the moonlight

I done started from the bottom, just to make it to the top

I had figured out my spot once I figured out my plot

To get everything I want, I just give everything I got

Reach

[Jess Glynne:]

My love and my touch

Up above, made with the warmth of my

My love and my touch

Up above, made with the warmth of my

My love and my touch

Up above, made with the warmth of my

Wit Me lyrics - Boogie

Pop, pop, another nigga got his dreams shot

Watch how you textin' man, that bitch might have a screenshot

And it's crazy how the plot twists

Same bitch that used to say I got lisp

Trying to be the pilot of my cockpit

No, no no, no you stay grounded with them basic hoes

You walk around with like a thousand bros, won't relate to those

Niggas out here saving hoes, save that for the suckas with the cape

Can't just leave the thirsty bitches by the sink

Had to hop up out the tank, I can't be fuckin' with these fishes

Go on get a hundred like, I promise you will have the bitches ho

That shit crazy how they twist it, how we hit 'em an dismiss 'em

And they turn us to the villain huh

Fuck it, either way she swallow

Prolly take a selfie, now she think that she a model

Man let's talk about these trends, the ones these niggas follow

How this nigga probably broke, at least he came in with a bottle

I'm like "Nigga you weak, you think you poppin' off that shit that you tweet?

You buying followers, you niggas is creeps

Man my family up in Compton and you know my homies up in the Beach

But either way it go, I'm up in these streets", that's what I told him

You see, back when I was trying to get a play

They wasn't fuckin' with me, they wasn't fuckin' with me

Before I even had a tape, before Thirst 48

They wasn't fuckin' with me, they wasn't fuckin' with me

No, no, ain't nobody have my back yeah that's what I'm laughing at

They wasn't fuckin' with me, they wasn't fuckin' with me

No, no, now I'm where the ratchets at, it don't even matter then

They wasn't fuckin' with me, they wasn't fuckin' with me

Pop pop, another nigga got his boot snatched

Watch how you texting, she might throw you in that group chat

With pictures of your thirsty ass

Now you got your panties in a bunch from how you sackin'

And she laughin' at your Murphy ass

Beep beep, riding past another wannabe

Don't be hiding from the truth, it ain't what you wanna see

I done dogged a couple bitches, like you know I had to flee

Told shawty like "get your paws off my tee"

After everything you see, you mean to tell me you gon' wife her?

It's cool to like that pic, but you mean you really like her?

No not me, I'm too smart, play no part

Cause these bitches got no heart

We've been finished from that start

I see you acting like a narc, how you cuffin' all the bad bitches?

No not Boogie, you better got and ask my past bitches

Like why the fuck you think the rats winning?

Pucker up for nothing, I ain't into all that ass kissing

You see, back when I was trying to get a play

They wasn't fuckin' with me, they wasn't fuckin' with me

Before I even had a tape, before Thirst 48

They wasn't fuckin' with me, they wasn't fuckin' with me

No, no, ain't nobody have my back yeah that's what I'm laughing at

They wasn't fuckin' with me, they wasn't fuckin' with me

No, no, now I'm where the ratchets at, it don't even matter then

They wasn't fuckin' with me, they wasn't fuckin' with me

Intervention lyrics - Boogie

Woah, Woah Yeah

I seen this coming

You know that's like something bubbling in yo stomach

A was in the struggle and funneled out all that fussing

Yo, Got out the tunnel and seen who I was becoming

Oh Gawd

If I keep preaching this message to these youngin's

Thinking it's gonna work ha

And what I do, I'm in the hood with my homies

They got they pistols, we tweeting how we so turnt ha

Backwards, no disrespect to the mother that had my son

If I diss her then I be phoney uh

She a great mah but how to feel when she fucking on nigga that used to say he a homie fuck

We both made mistakes, grabbing these pieces of a puzzle that we thought was supposed to fit

See. But

My kid didn't ask to be here so we do our job and say fuck it

We got over it under it, all this pain I've been hiding for some days, months, maybe even years

Waken up my kid and he see a puddle by the bed and he asked me was it rain, I had to tell him it was tears yeah

Daddy out here hurting, daddy out here hurting

Terrorizing myself like a martyr, but I keep working with searching up on the surface

The lurking became a burden

My purpose it was blurry, I promise I'm finally certain

Dry out my eyes, I seen my prize and then I grow

I bit my tongue

Swallowed my pride

Let out my truth

(I need some help with my feelin's)

(I need some help with my feelin's)

(I need some help with my feelin's)

(I need some help with my feelin's)

(I need some help with my feelin's)

Man I told you I seen it coming uh

I had this hustle, it bubbled up in my stomach

Knew I would get it, seen who I was becoming

Been had you showed the shovel, before you told me you dug it

But fuck it

See, a real nigga never turn his back on all of his friends and all the people he grew with

A real nigga gonna open the door for niggas then tellem to get they own shit

Oh shit, ah should of got some, The gossip got me hot shit

Even got wrist asking for them handouts

You better get another plan (e) nigga

Shit don't really fly hear, so stay up of my land nigga

Coldgang

Dry out my eyes, I seen my prize and then eyes glow

I bit my tongue, I swallowed my pride

Let out my truth

(I need some help with my feelin's)

(I need some help with my feelin's)

(I need some help with my feelin's)

(I need some help with my feelin's)

(I need some help with my feelin's)

Further lyrics - Boogie

[News Reporter:]

It was September 7th, when little Tiana Ricks was walking into a family party with her dad. Tiana lived in Long Beach with her mother. John this is a very sad story, we do know detectives

The little girl and her father had come to this house for a college send off. The 6 year old would have been dancing with her relatives at a get together Saturday night, but suspected gang member. Suddenly somebody drove by and opened fire on the home of

[Boogie:]

This ain't ever been my birth wishes

You know the struggle got the worst wishes

The homie had a wife until my nigga got to striking

And they wonder why I curve bitches

They tryna say I think wrong

If I don't make a hit, I ain't gon' never leave home

The homie got killed, it seems like everything gone

The cycle ain't broken and we forever need loans

I'm tryna read on, this ain't just my story

I'm tryna let 'em know your plot too

I see a nigga kill a nigga but it's sick how we be trippin' when the cops do

Like don't that seem backwards

Words never written in these unseen chapter

Mappin' out the plan and ain't never seen an atlas

Staying free my mind, knowing damn well we captured

It's all bad, stuck up in a heat, like everybody gotta vent

Wait, no, no really wait I mean the weight that's on your shoulders

Give you strength

Started from the bricks, mama couldn't pay the rent

Don't tell me bout a daddy, man that nigga full of shit

This God damn baggage, like nigga you a trip

Could tell you foul by the scent, that's all bad

Another nigga caught a murder, and that ain't never unheard of

I keep reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further

And further and further

They told me not to fail and I just tell 'em I heard ya, I heard ya

I keep reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further

And further and further

I keep reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further

He also has been grieving the death of the mother

I'd like to see what the guy looks like

Good morning Steve, good morning everyone, we're getting our first look at the suspect

Bet he's a gang member

Go straight to that picture, just sent to us by the Sherrif's department

You won the bet because he is a gang member

Just the other day, I was talking to my nigga 'bout his cousin

And he was telling me how they from different hoods, but at the end of the day still love him

But it's fuck him, can't trust him

The nigga still a enemy, they was damn close

See, back in elementary, it's taking all my energy to try to stay the enemy

Cause niggas out here frontin' like the nigga they pretend to be

That shit weak

I was chilling with my kid, some dude banged on a nigga tryna front

On one hand I'm scared for my kid life, other hand show him he can't be no punk

That when my mind start jetting

Pride start setting, eyes start sweating

I gotta get with it 'fore the lie start stretching

You know words don't matter, that's life's hard lesson

Another nigga caught a murder, and that ain't never unheard of

I keep reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further

And further and further

They told me not to fail and I just tell 'em I heard ya, I heard ya

I keep reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further

And further and further

I'm reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further

[News Reporter:]

Hasn't given out a motive, as if there could be any rhyme or reason. Tiana didn't stand a chance, the bullet going right through her, and then hitting her father. We're told her last words were. Well she was asking if her daddy, if her daddy was okay

God's Work Interlude lyrics - Boogie

(Tells us about yourself, who are you?)

Shit. Damn. Wrong nigga to let speak

Off beat uh daddy was a deadbeat

Uh same beat, let me get my tempo

Ain't no shooting out the window

Man you know this ain't the 90's niggas walking up

Fuck all that talking stuff, that's what they taught us bruh

Like ain't you sick of this shit that niggas caughin up

Uh Mr. Officer offering you in the open uh

Hope stronger than anything I be smokin'. Potent shhhh

Let me get my focus

Momma got evicted, man the day we seen that notice

It was all bad

We ain't have nowhere to sleep

Uh snuck back in and we had stayed there for like a week

Deep!

All we had was dry cereal, Uh!

Think that was Cheerios

But they don't hear me doe

Uh from a place where niggas get killed at

Real rap that's why I never got my chill back

Uh even when I'm quiet I be turnt

And I ain't tryna cause no riots with my verse. But ya'll be bitchin

Complaining bout a system tryna understand your vision when you glorifying a prison. Man that shit weak

Talking about how you get all the faze

No nigga you was twisting all the braids

Uh I stayed awake in the stressing and manifested a blessin

I used that shit as a weapon uh

Fuck I stayed awake in a horror. Turn that shit to my armor

I'll forever protect it uh

Shit using everything as lesson, turn everything into a blessing

Swear I'm never contesting

That's God's work

Make Me Over lyrics - Boogie (feat. D'anna Stewart)

[Boogie:]

Whoa

We still hanging from the tree, I guess we better leaves

They still gon' Marshawn Lynch me if I never speak

I see hawks that can't see they own thoughts

Because they eyes was on women that can't mind they own business

Sitting in my church, looking at my pastor

Say he tryna find a witness, I'm like, "Nah, I ain't snitchin'," whoa

What if niggas looked at prison like a prism?

While we squaring up with others, always thinking that we different

Guess we, guess we in it

Let it out your system

'Cause the system been assisting on your downfall, ah

See, I got lost in the truth, as I lie here just look at what I found, y'all

Lord, Lord, won't you wrap your arms 'round my body?

Put me in the sky, won't you let me know you got me?

And even if you drop me, I don't really see it wrong, why?

Cause you been holding me so long

Whoa

[D'anna Stewart:]

You say I've been so strange lately

You can see how I done changed, baby

Lately I've been going through some things

Oohhh

[Boogie's son, Darius:]

My dear God, I ask you to bless my dad, my mom, my, my cousins, my cousin Ariana, Joshua, Tiana, Ronnie and Gregory

And bless my mommy, my daddy...

[Boogie:]

Whoa, uh, uh

That's my five-year-old kid; he's still got crayons in his cupboard

Now how I'm 'posed to tell him I got shot over a color? That don't make sense, and sense ain't too common, is it?

They try to blame them, they ain't really the problem, is it?

Y'all got it twisted, and it's fucking all my nerves up

Nigga, fuck your turn-up

How I'm 'posed to benefit? How that shit concern us?

Word up, that nigga killed Tiana, now her family up in hell; he the one that's 'posed to burn up

Guess it ain't my, I guess it ain't my place

How I'm fighting for this race who ain't got faith up in they face

I can see it, I've been searching for myself, and I can't even find a reason

I got shot up in my foot, I'm never gon' be defeated

I promise, whoa

Okay let's clap for them niggas

Who turn they back on us niggas

'Cause they was clapping at niggas

To get it cracking for niggas who really hate 'em

They hanging from the cliff; let me see if you gon' save 'em

Man, I bet not

[D'anna Stewart:]

You say I've been so strange lately

You can see how I done changed, baby

Lately I've been going through some things

Oohhh

[Boogie's son, Darius:]

Dear God, I ask you to keep my family strong

And keep my daddy out of trouble

Amen

First Evergreen lyrics - Boogie

Life, damn, picture this shit, my mom in the middle of shit (Ooooooh)

And she sick of this shit, her son on some ignorant shit (Ooooooh)

What you think she gon' do? She gon' send him to church

(She gon' send him to church)

In the city of Compton, that shit ain't gonna help in the midst of a turf, uh damn

And now I'm in the choir and I'm hallelujahin' (hallelujahin')

Then I go outside and hear niggas piruin' (niggas piruin')

That my cousin Cam, yeah, that nigga a kid too

He get dissed, I get dissed too

I might as well bang that shit too

Stuck in a circle, well at least I'm no square though

Thought that shit was for weirdos

Yes, I ain't a nigga that care though (I don't give no fucks)

How we seein' no evil but we hearin' these sirens?

How we thinkin' we grounded when all of my niggas is pilots?

(What the fuck, pilots?)

Cause this is plain ol' bullshit

The same old pastor in the same old pulpit (Lord forgive me)

Prayin' to God for all the niggas I've lost (Niggas I've lost)

From the streets that I cross, you think I'm gon' pull out a cross

When them niggas gangbangin'

I ain't in this shit but I'm still in this shit

Them niggas gangbangin'

Don't get the shit but I'm still with the shit

Everybody gangbang cause them niggas ain't changin'

Give a fuck if you ain't bangin' cause them niggas gangbangin'

What's up with the shit, I'm still on my thuggin' and shit

(Ooooooh)

Like I'm stuck in this shit, I can't get enough of this shit

(Ooooooh)

In the cut with the wine, back when niggas was mobbin'

Was up in the Hoovers with no Bobby Johnson

And niggas got lost in the city of Compton (Compton)

Damn, that's probably the city where niggas was found at (Niggas was found at)

I'm up in the beach where some niggas had drowned at

(Aye shout out to Long Beach)

You was thinkin' you real until niggas would shoot (until niggas would shoot)

Why we thinkin' it was healthy when all of this shit was pollution?

(What the fuck is pollution?)

Damn, talkin' dirty done got niggas aired out

Thought that shit was the weird route

No, that ain't no shit that I care 'bout (I don't give no fucks)

You hear 'bout them niggas who do all that side talk (do all that side talk)

Like they out in the street till the day they get slumped on that side walk

It ain't my fault 'bout how my mind's lost

Shit, lives lost from all these lines crossed, uh

I'm prayin' to God for niggas that's feenin' the title (that's feenin' the title)

From the streets that I walk, you think I'm gon' pull out a bible

When them niggas gangbangin'

I ain't in this shit but I'm still in this shit

Them niggas gangbangin'

Don't get the shit but I'm still with the shit

Everybody gangbang cause them niggas ain't changin'

Give a fuck if you ain't bangin' cause them niggas gangbangin'

Overstate Interlude lyrics - Boogie

You're describing your personality, I want to know, who you are

I'm humble, I'm cocky, I think that I'm Godly

I know when I'm sinning, you never gon' stop me

I know when I'm finished, I'm losing my pivot

I'm never gon' travel, deep and I'm shallow

I'm always so nervous, I never get rattled

I, I'm deep in this banging, I'm deeper than banging

I got it together, I need some arranging

I'm bitter, I'm battered, I shiver, I'm shattered

Swear that you with me, I know you gon' scatter

I know my worth, I don't think that I matter

Crazy, I'm lazy, I'm focused, detached but I'm open

I think ahead, now I'm caught in the moment... (woah)

I'm saying I'm patient, now I'm making it urgent

I mess up on words, I think that I'm perfect

Far from it though

The verdict is, I don't know what I'm doing

How I'm building all this mess that I ruin

I damn near lose my mind off the mess that I be viewing

Like the same nails I screwing be the same ones I loosen

And that mess crazy

If the Lords put his plans in a paper bag

Put it all on the land that he made me at

I think I need to save myself from me

If the Lords put his plans in a paper bag

Put it all on the land that he made me at

You don't think none of the girls in the class is cute?

No!

Why not?

Cause I'm too young

Find Me lyrics - Boogie (feat. D'anna Stewart)

[Boogie:]

I swear this shit gets so lonely I swear this shit gets so lonely

You've been a flower of my heart from the day them feelings rose on me

The day them feelings rose on me

See you could wrap me up in thorns, you know you still gon' have this hold on me

If good women like good water, why I always got these hoes on me?

Like you was planted in the dark, see I didn't think you was gon' grow on me

I wonder why you so guarded, mission a fire finisher ended before we started

Picture you like a artist, but what I'm drawing to day

Is a better way to your heart without drama up in the way

Lock me out my place and let me fall into your space, oh baby

I'm hoping you find me

No lock for my safe, I let this sit all in your face, oh baby

I'm hoping you find me

[Boogie (D'anna Stewart):]

I swear this shit get so lonely, swear this shit get so lonely

You've been a flower of my heart, from the day them feelings rose on me

('Til them feelings rose on me)

See you could wrap me up in thorns, you know you still gon' have this hold on me

(Still gon' have this hold on me)

That's crazy, If good women like good water, why I always got these hoes on me?

Like you was planted in the dark, see I didn't think you was gon' grow on me

[Boogie:]

Same shit that got my bros on me

Telling me I'm trippin', uh, telling me I'm slippin'

I've been on you for a while, we turn these miles into inches

Commitment, I swear it ain't no fiction when I say

Lock me out my place and let me fall into your space, oh baby

I'm hoping you find me

No lock for my safe, I let this sit all in your face, oh baby

I'm hoping you find me

[Boogie:]

You deserve it Would I be wrong if I don't tell you baby?

Wrong if I don't tell you baby

[D'anna Stewart:]

Oh baby, oh find, oh find, find

Lock me in, take me away

Lock me in, take me away

Found You lyrics - Boogie

Girl you're something that they'll never find

You're like a blizzard in the winter

Make me shiver in the summertime

Weather the storm and find the wealth when it pours

Oh shit, you can't ignore what's still inside of each other

Don't hide from each other, energy we vibe from each other

Confide in each other, I need you, I rely on no other

A different, a different person when inside of them covers

That shits so, I'm saying that shits so crazy

Like how you go from being so freaky to then so lady like?

And ladies like you just need attention and commitment

I know, know you heard, find me, I promise this ain't no fiction

Mind on your soul, never let go

Almost got lost girl, guess I ain't now

I ain't better without you

It make me wanna cry sometimes

Mind on your soul, never let go

Almost got lost girl, yeah I came close

I'm just lucky I found you

It make me wanna cry sometimes

Write up my mistakes, still can't erase what we didn't paint

I got my mind on your soul, I never let go

The more that we grow, the more we keep changing

Shit that fact, I even miss you

Let you know we need to focus on this aiming

And shit becomes so taming when we let people engage in

Having homies in our business ain't as poppin' as we made it

All these stages and phases ain't good for me mentally

Hope it ain't so contagious when you tell me you sick of me

Give you um, infinite energy, or what you did to me

Look at the flick of da wrist, your dopeness addicted me

Mind on your soul, never let go

Almost got lost girl, guess I ain't now

I ain't better without you

It make me wanna cry sometimes

Mind on your soul, never let go

Almost got lost girl, yeah I came close

I'm just lucky I found you

It make me wanna cry sometimes

Change lyrics - Boogie

It's a wrap nigga

Gifted, still I'm cursed like every black nigga

If I go back, would you promise I'm gon' scrap with ya?

That's the facts nigga, give a fuck about these rap niggas

Cause half the one's I seen pussy

I just want a bitch that say "I love it when you sing Boogie"

This why niggas never seen pussy

Down talking other niggas, why you gotta read the pussy?

But let me get back to this real shit

I was on the field, trip my dad was on a guilt trip

They wonder why I never feel shit

It's crazy how that deadbeat could still produce this real shit

Music of my life, at least it ain't no dance shit

This for the ones who never really had a chance shit

Like a fuck a gun and knuckle up and throw your hands shit

Like fuck a later, handle shit right where you stand shit

Like fuck it, I'm adapting while they crashing

Family over everything, forever be my fraction

What if I subtract it, all that shit that got y'all sackin'

If the screen up on my phone was all I really had crackin'

Would you still fuck with me?

Just want a bitch that say she love me and she stuck with me

Now I got no niggas tryna see wassup with me

Then they telling other niggas how they always fuck with me

I guess we all human, just look at everything we ruin

When Manny got killed and I was sitting at the viewing

With his name upon my teeth from all this bullshit that's brewing

That's all bad, man I say everything is all bad

And watch them niggas always drinking out of tall glass

They thirsty, uh

And don't be judging like a court

Cause I'ma tell yo ass to go and get a jersey

Like your heart gon' need, gang, your all gon' need gang

Get your head up out yo tail, boy we all gon' see change

From where they speak change, it's so they can get some pleasure

The quitting niggas always saying eff it to the effort

I hope that affected by the message

Words in the sky, I be damned if I text it

I said this in the sky so I'm hoping that y'all catch it

Sinning in my records, but I'm hoping God bless it

I'm hoping God bless it

We all gon' see change, you just keep acting like we not

I ain't talking bout no struggle, I ain't talking bout no block

Every nigga in the bubble, every nigga tryna pop

Learn to recognize a ocean full of lies

When the women I was stroking had no hope up in their eyes

And that nigga stay afloat cause of that boat that just arrived

Nigga dead upon the land, look at the vultures in the sky

Dried out feelings, these the moments that I cry

No these the moments that I rise to truth

Looking in the skies of the Gods for my truth

Then I think to myself, I thank God I'm the proof

I thank God I'm the

I show you all my pain, and I show you all my shame

And now I'm stuck up in the game with all this shit up on my brain

Like we all gon' see change, like we all gon' see change

mixtape: Thirst 48 (2014)

 

• Bitter Raps
• Let Me Rap
• Numb
• Westside
• Do It Like We
• Highskoo Interlude
• Save You

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

Boogie other songs:

 

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

other songs:

Came Up lyrics - Boogie

Remember back when I was broke and I was staying at my girl pad
Yeah, now I done came up
I used to have to keep my clothes up in the corner in a trash bag
Yeah, now I done came up
Now I done been up on the road, but ain't forgot about a bus pass
Yeah, now I done came up
That's why it's fuck what niggas say, remember days when it was dumb bad
Yeah, now I done came up

Man, I been waiting for my girl to get her taxes all month
Got a little plan to get the bread and boss up
Why the fuck you on the land if you ain't even call us?
How the fuck is you the man if you don't even fall once
Awe fuck, I need to smoke, you irritated when I'm sober
If she don't know my tape then I'm gon' tell her that it's over
You know that she get with it, she no limit for a soldier
And if she throw it back like she the quarterback for Nola
Man this shit a breeze, I ain't letting niggas hit the Hennesy
I don't fuck with bitches if they puffing on that nicotine
Yeah, your face looking for the sympathy (no)
I'm face booking with the memories

Remember back when I was broke and I was staying at my girl pad
Yeah, now I done came up
I used to have to keep my clothes up in the corner in a trash bag
Yeah, now I done came up
Now I done been up on the road, but ain't forgot about a bus pass
Yeah, now I done came up
That's why it's fuck what niggas say, remember days when it was dumb bad
Yeah, now I done came up

I need that egg sandwich for the win when I wake up
Think it's cause I keep dropping all these, now my weight up
She ain't talking bringing through a friend then I hang up
Hope you ain't damaging your skin from they pay cuts
Wait up, wait up
All my life, I rode this shorty, asking God to give me worldly possessions
All my life I been the problem, wreck the party just to show you I'm extra
We ain't got no features so I hit her with that mask on
You ain't even hit yet cause you ain't got no backbone
Homie got a celly, he can't even hit back home
Ain't even got apps on, that's because that's his trap phone
Back up on the shit that got me popping in my land
You keep it in the hood, that ten dollars for a gram
Like how you gon' extend when you ain't even got a plan
Awe God damn, somebody, get your man cause...

Remember back when I was broke and I was staying at my girl pad
Yeah, now I done came up
I used to have to keep my clothes up in the corner in a trash bag
Yeah, now I done came up
Now I done been up on the road, but ain't forgot about a bus pass
Yeah, now I done came up
That's why it's fuck what niggas say, remember days when it was dumb bad
Yeah, now I done came up