Boom Bap
Put respect on my name
When you say that shit
Switch for change in this game
I ain't play that shit
Ion pay that bitch
My dollars is in house
Like a wallet in a dresser
After I went out
What you niggas mad bout?
Cause I'm better than y'all
With more skills and the fact I got More cheddar than y'all
I would still be more richer with no Cheddar involved
Cause I got something that the Cheddar can't affect at all
I'm talking inner peace
You know the remedy
To hurt the enemy
No empathy, toward no entity
That wanna injury me
Niggas really wanna stop my shit
Somebody call Heather B
I'm fenna talk my shit
19' I won't play no games
And look anybody can get it
I won't say no names
I just had hit a classic,
Yea you know just take it back
Me and bro fenna kills you niggas
On this boom bap
Wassup
Yea trap is cool but
I'm up on that boom bap my dude
Boom bap wassup
You niggas extra wack
I'm trynna bring that
Boom bap shit back
Boom bap wassup
You lil niggas is kids
Real rap man
You know what it is
Boom bap wassup
While you mumbling shit
I'm spitting bars and
I'm coming with hits
Boom bap wassup
We in a new year
But I got the same team
Never likes the snakes in my yard
So I keep it clean
Cardi got you chasin bags
That's a stripper thing
Real men put in work
Reason we see different things.
A nigga wide awake
But steady chasing dreams
What really happens when
You finally get the fuckin cream
I won't be satisfied
Until I own the white house
My mind is extra bright
Like a lighthouse
Find out
You up in my way
Then I pull up wit the gang
We can catch them 1 on 1s
But we still gon stomp yo lights out
A young Compton nigga
I never learned to run
My generation threw them hands
You pussies pulling guns.
We had to fight off all
The haters and the doubters
But you fake muthafuckas
Brought the real nigga out us
You niggas paper to a flame
Don't ever let me catch you
Speakin ill on my name
That shit is really dangerous
Dont think that you can hang wit us
All these nigga high
Man they puffin on the angel dust
Don't try the ones that came wit us
Kuz these niggas is trained to bust
Heads wit a slug on anyone
That say they came for us
We dive in like geronimo
I throw the first punch
That's the signal
Tell the otha homies vominos
They slam you on yo back
Like dominos
Then they take it to yo front door
In a box like Dominoes
Man I got a suicidal flow
Bro said we gotta kill the beat
Now everybody dead
So we all gotta go
Grab my shit and then
We out the door
I came for what I want and
Then I'm out for more
Look who top the totem pole
It's the kids with lots flows
It's the kids lots of dough
It's the kids with lots of hoes
Now I know my destiny is in this rap shit
I'm murdering all of the niggas
That's dropping this wack shit
Back flips
Off the heights the tried to tell us
We would never see
They hating me cause
They could never be
The illest to do it
Up in this rap game
My real shit be rap name
Now what does that say
About the one who
Claim to be the realest
Drop this boom bap
I bet they feel us
One time for the real shit
Markus Jay bout to
Hit the kill switch
Yea trap is cool but
I'm up on that boom bap my dude
Boom bap wassup
You niggas extra wack
I'm trynna bring that
Boom bap shit back
Boom bap wassup
You lil niggas is kids
Real rap man
You know what it is
Boom bap wassup
While you mumbling shit
I'm spitting bars and
I'm coming with hits
Boom bap wassup
When you say that shit
Switch for change in this game
I ain't play that shit
Ion pay that bitch
My dollars is in house
Like a wallet in a dresser
After I went out
What you niggas mad bout?
Cause I'm better than y'all
With more skills and the fact I got More cheddar than y'all
I would still be more richer with no Cheddar involved
Cause I got something that the Cheddar can't affect at all
I'm talking inner peace
You know the remedy
To hurt the enemy
No empathy, toward no entity
That wanna injury me
Niggas really wanna stop my shit
Somebody call Heather B
I'm fenna talk my shit
19' I won't play no games
And look anybody can get it
I won't say no names
I just had hit a classic,
Yea you know just take it back
Me and bro fenna kills you niggas
On this boom bap
Wassup
Yea trap is cool but
I'm up on that boom bap my dude
Boom bap wassup
You niggas extra wack
I'm trynna bring that
Boom bap shit back
Boom bap wassup
You lil niggas is kids
Real rap man
You know what it is
Boom bap wassup
While you mumbling shit
I'm spitting bars and
I'm coming with hits
Boom bap wassup
We in a new year
But I got the same team
Never likes the snakes in my yard
So I keep it clean
Cardi got you chasin bags
That's a stripper thing
Real men put in work
Reason we see different things.
A nigga wide awake
But steady chasing dreams
What really happens when
You finally get the fuckin cream
I won't be satisfied
Until I own the white house
My mind is extra bright
Like a lighthouse
Find out
You up in my way
Then I pull up wit the gang
We can catch them 1 on 1s
But we still gon stomp yo lights out
A young Compton nigga
I never learned to run
My generation threw them hands
You pussies pulling guns.
We had to fight off all
The haters and the doubters
But you fake muthafuckas
Brought the real nigga out us
You niggas paper to a flame
Don't ever let me catch you
Speakin ill on my name
That shit is really dangerous
Dont think that you can hang wit us
All these nigga high
Man they puffin on the angel dust
Don't try the ones that came wit us
Kuz these niggas is trained to bust
Heads wit a slug on anyone
That say they came for us
We dive in like geronimo
I throw the first punch
That's the signal
Tell the otha homies vominos
They slam you on yo back
Like dominos
Then they take it to yo front door
In a box like Dominoes
Man I got a suicidal flow
Bro said we gotta kill the beat
Now everybody dead
So we all gotta go
Grab my shit and then
We out the door
I came for what I want and
Then I'm out for more
Look who top the totem pole
It's the kids with lots flows
It's the kids lots of dough
It's the kids with lots of hoes
Now I know my destiny is in this rap shit
I'm murdering all of the niggas
That's dropping this wack shit
Back flips
Off the heights the tried to tell us
We would never see
They hating me cause
They could never be
The illest to do it
Up in this rap game
My real shit be rap name
Now what does that say
About the one who
Claim to be the realest
Drop this boom bap
I bet they feel us
One time for the real shit
Markus Jay bout to
Hit the kill switch
Yea trap is cool but
I'm up on that boom bap my dude
Boom bap wassup
You niggas extra wack
I'm trynna bring that
Boom bap shit back
Boom bap wassup
You lil niggas is kids
Real rap man
You know what it is
Boom bap wassup
While you mumbling shit
I'm spitting bars and
I'm coming with hits
Boom bap wassup
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Writer(s): Markus Henderson
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