The Combine
Aye, It Big Boss
I got BML Wit Me
Welcome to the combine
Yea yea yea
"I'm inna yoo"
Ima long way
From the league
Dis Only The Combine
Had to
Move some Planets
Never panicked
Had stars To align
Inna trenches
The streets bleed
Say I switched up
Dat boay lying
Me and you
Just different breeds
You just mad
I read the signs
Blind leading blind
It's about the way ya
Play the cards that ya dealt
Losing people in my life the
Hardest thang that I done felt
Got a whole lot on my chest
And know I'm coming For the belt
Got a whole lot on my chest
And know I'm coming For the belt
Lebron
In his prime
I be flying
I'm from the pie
And you know
How we grind
Hood Houdini
I'm one of a kind
(Yea) this rap shit
It been in my
Bloodline
How you rap
But don't none
Of yo words rhyme
Repeating the same shit
With every line
Out here clout chasin
For nickels and dimes
Man this not fair
Com-paring
Yours and mine
Not a rapper though
Bitch I compose
About ac-complishing
My goals
All of them times
With my MF bros
Watch How I turn
A luh sumn to gold
Since six been
Tryna reach the pros
Where I'm from (yea)
That sack got me known
(And)
Fuck a block
Ima buy a few roads
And come back wit my
Left wrist on froze (they like)
Damn boss how you find the code
This the Pie, I'm the King, Know Yo role
In yo city book me for a show (if you)
Wanna Verse ya Gotta pay a toll
Write all my shit I
Don't come off the dome
My city love me they
They love what I'm on
They want Big Boss on
Every fucking song
Squad full of Loutenants
Please don't exposed
Yea Yea Yea Yea
It's big boss the Captain
Can't lack when it's crackin
Lineman of the year
When i get to sackin
Back up inna action
Dis paper my passion
I just started rappin
You luh niggas cappin
Aye (ya ya dig)
I just start rappin
You luh niggas cappin
Boss MOBB the Label
Honcho at the table
To make sure we stable
It's boss MOBB the label
Huncho at the table
Gon make sure we straight
Don't need no appraisal
My bitch look biracial
Taste sweeter than maple
Eyes the color hazel
But will split ya bagel
Speak facts I don't fable
All state at the Jones
Now I ball like LeBron
At the staples
Im the Lou treasurer
Yea we do it better
Can't no one catch us
(B.M.L)
Boss MOBB the label
Boss MOBB the Label
Honcho at the table
Boss MOBB the Label
Honcho at the table
To make sure we stable
Boss MOBB the Label
Honcho at the table
To make sure we stable
Boss MOBB the Label
Honcho at the table
To make sure we stable
I got BML Wit Me
Welcome to the combine
Yea yea yea
"I'm inna yoo"
Ima long way
From the league
Dis Only The Combine
Had to
Move some Planets
Never panicked
Had stars To align
Inna trenches
The streets bleed
Say I switched up
Dat boay lying
Me and you
Just different breeds
You just mad
I read the signs
Blind leading blind
It's about the way ya
Play the cards that ya dealt
Losing people in my life the
Hardest thang that I done felt
Got a whole lot on my chest
And know I'm coming For the belt
Got a whole lot on my chest
And know I'm coming For the belt
Lebron
In his prime
I be flying
I'm from the pie
And you know
How we grind
Hood Houdini
I'm one of a kind
(Yea) this rap shit
It been in my
Bloodline
How you rap
But don't none
Of yo words rhyme
Repeating the same shit
With every line
Out here clout chasin
For nickels and dimes
Man this not fair
Com-paring
Yours and mine
Not a rapper though
Bitch I compose
About ac-complishing
My goals
All of them times
With my MF bros
Watch How I turn
A luh sumn to gold
Since six been
Tryna reach the pros
Where I'm from (yea)
That sack got me known
(And)
Fuck a block
Ima buy a few roads
And come back wit my
Left wrist on froze (they like)
Damn boss how you find the code
This the Pie, I'm the King, Know Yo role
In yo city book me for a show (if you)
Wanna Verse ya Gotta pay a toll
Write all my shit I
Don't come off the dome
My city love me they
They love what I'm on
They want Big Boss on
Every fucking song
Squad full of Loutenants
Please don't exposed
Yea Yea Yea Yea
It's big boss the Captain
Can't lack when it's crackin
Lineman of the year
When i get to sackin
Back up inna action
Dis paper my passion
I just started rappin
You luh niggas cappin
Aye (ya ya dig)
I just start rappin
You luh niggas cappin
Boss MOBB the Label
Honcho at the table
To make sure we stable
It's boss MOBB the label
Huncho at the table
Gon make sure we straight
Don't need no appraisal
My bitch look biracial
Taste sweeter than maple
Eyes the color hazel
But will split ya bagel
Speak facts I don't fable
All state at the Jones
Now I ball like LeBron
At the staples
Im the Lou treasurer
Yea we do it better
Can't no one catch us
(B.M.L)
Boss MOBB the label
Boss MOBB the Label
Honcho at the table
Boss MOBB the Label
Honcho at the table
To make sure we stable
Boss MOBB the Label
Honcho at the table
To make sure we stable
Boss MOBB the Label
Honcho at the table
To make sure we stable
Credits
Writer(s): Miles Taylor
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