The Curious Ones
Waited my turn
Done crashed and burned
All the mistakes were just lessons I learned
Just made me wiser
I got more mileage
Then half these guys who be claiming they bout it
But I don't buy it
I still be riding
This is Boulevard so that shit is not flying
And me no cap
I'm speaking facts
This that maneuver that'd make you think we trap
But I just rap
So we just lead
Sacrificing our vices all for the team
Not for the gleam, not for the glamour
Life's better taking shit that hasn't been handed
And that's something I know from just living my life
Either you're gonna grow or remain at your height
I no make time to pose, I gotta catch some flights
Kwon cannot fucking snooze, a lot of restless nights
Insomniac
North Atlanta where you find me
Since Micheal Vick was our quarterback
We've been snapping like some fucking starter caps
Lemon pepper wet my drums and flats
Extra crispy shit I gotta order that
Hi-C light ice
Island ting, sumlite
Aye what you bout
Man it's just me and my rounds all in the house
Dawg we grinding, we defining
Everything our life's about
Aye what you bout
Please do not speak to my face about no clout
If this rap shit do not work, well then we running in your house
Aye what you bout
You think we ain't working, we'll tell you watch out
And tell yo ass straight up it's the Boulevard all in yo mouth
Aye what you bout
J Alli told me I gotta take them out
Yeezy 500 the salty way when Benny stepping out
Aye what you bout
Flatbush Ave growing up bad but I'm living life good
(Aye what you bout)
Group effort scoping out the weak and we mob in your hood
(Aye what you bout)
Philly cheese in a bodega but we not repping Philly
(Aye what you bout)
Boy please we run up on you got the boule with me
(Aye what you bout)
What you bout
Brooklyn kid but yeah I grew up in the south
What you bout
Feel my demons rising, please just watch your mouth
What you bout
When I walk in my niggas be smoking loud
What you bout
When I got it yeah we smoking by the pound
What you bout
Lights, camera, action on all of you niggas
Get money on back end on all of you niggas
We can not compare cause I'm moving way different
Uh, life
Shit is confusing but seeing the vision
Connecting the pieces, but something is missin'
My weed is from Cali, I copped the prescription
Yeah, right
Same state of mind where you get left at
I fell in love with that contact
But I'm camo ready for the combat
When I leave I don't come back
Yeah bossin' up my girl big bad
See all you niggas is big mad
See other bitches they big trash
And I'm snappin' they necks like a whiplash
Dishin' them off like I'm Steve Nash
My nigga you got it, just keep that
My nigga I'm straight, where the lean at
I need to relax, where the bean at
I need to go chill where the scene at
Cause the way I'm thinking won't let this money stack
This is that money track
Insomniac
North Atlanta where you find me
Since Micheal Vick was our quarterback
We've been snapping like some fucking starter caps
Lemon pepper wet my drums and flats,
extra crispy shit I gotta order that
Hi-C light ice
Island ting, sumlite, yeah
Thoop
Done crashed and burned
All the mistakes were just lessons I learned
Just made me wiser
I got more mileage
Then half these guys who be claiming they bout it
But I don't buy it
I still be riding
This is Boulevard so that shit is not flying
And me no cap
I'm speaking facts
This that maneuver that'd make you think we trap
But I just rap
So we just lead
Sacrificing our vices all for the team
Not for the gleam, not for the glamour
Life's better taking shit that hasn't been handed
And that's something I know from just living my life
Either you're gonna grow or remain at your height
I no make time to pose, I gotta catch some flights
Kwon cannot fucking snooze, a lot of restless nights
Insomniac
North Atlanta where you find me
Since Micheal Vick was our quarterback
We've been snapping like some fucking starter caps
Lemon pepper wet my drums and flats
Extra crispy shit I gotta order that
Hi-C light ice
Island ting, sumlite
Aye what you bout
Man it's just me and my rounds all in the house
Dawg we grinding, we defining
Everything our life's about
Aye what you bout
Please do not speak to my face about no clout
If this rap shit do not work, well then we running in your house
Aye what you bout
You think we ain't working, we'll tell you watch out
And tell yo ass straight up it's the Boulevard all in yo mouth
Aye what you bout
J Alli told me I gotta take them out
Yeezy 500 the salty way when Benny stepping out
Aye what you bout
Flatbush Ave growing up bad but I'm living life good
(Aye what you bout)
Group effort scoping out the weak and we mob in your hood
(Aye what you bout)
Philly cheese in a bodega but we not repping Philly
(Aye what you bout)
Boy please we run up on you got the boule with me
(Aye what you bout)
What you bout
Brooklyn kid but yeah I grew up in the south
What you bout
Feel my demons rising, please just watch your mouth
What you bout
When I walk in my niggas be smoking loud
What you bout
When I got it yeah we smoking by the pound
What you bout
Lights, camera, action on all of you niggas
Get money on back end on all of you niggas
We can not compare cause I'm moving way different
Uh, life
Shit is confusing but seeing the vision
Connecting the pieces, but something is missin'
My weed is from Cali, I copped the prescription
Yeah, right
Same state of mind where you get left at
I fell in love with that contact
But I'm camo ready for the combat
When I leave I don't come back
Yeah bossin' up my girl big bad
See all you niggas is big mad
See other bitches they big trash
And I'm snappin' they necks like a whiplash
Dishin' them off like I'm Steve Nash
My nigga you got it, just keep that
My nigga I'm straight, where the lean at
I need to relax, where the bean at
I need to go chill where the scene at
Cause the way I'm thinking won't let this money stack
This is that money track
Insomniac
North Atlanta where you find me
Since Micheal Vick was our quarterback
We've been snapping like some fucking starter caps
Lemon pepper wet my drums and flats,
extra crispy shit I gotta order that
Hi-C light ice
Island ting, sumlite, yeah
Thoop
Credits
Writer(s): Raukwon Julius Baker, Treshawn Marquez Madrid
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