W.E.B. Du Bois

Pull up bank rolls no royce
Suit tailored swift turqoise
I'm my city durk I'm the voice
Had to make it ain't really got choice
No writers ain't got no james joyce
Lately I hang wit my boys
We the smartest in the room yeah we be du bois

We be the boys we be the boys
We be the boys we be the boys
We be the boys we be the boys
We be the boys ayye
We be the we be the
We be the we be the
We be the we be the
Aye
Yeah

I don't pop percs I just write rhymes
Over kicks and percs I'm on grind time
Like I'm deion sanders in my prime time
I'm all day mixed with any time
Imma solar flare leave em blind
Im on a different wave different mind
I invented cold space like I'm einstein
We be the boys

We be the boys we be the boys
We be the boys we be the boys
We be the boys we be the boys
We be the boys ayye
We be the we be the
We be the we be the
We be the we be the
Aye
Yeah

We be the boys
I had to make it I ain't got a choice
Ain't really jamaican i'm just makin noise
And when I get up there I'm bringin my boys
Need my 40 acres and a mule with a white fence picket it
Sneeze on the seat of a white benz sickinin
They just hatin on me cuz they know I'm gettin it
They know I'm gettin lit
They know I'm literate
I'm cashin in crypto cuz cash is illiterate
Get to the bag i don't fumble I'm flippin it
Purp got me royal we rumble you gettin hit
And when I rap I don't mumble I meant to spit
And I mean I don't mean to brag
But I put the city on map
And my shawty bombs over baghdad
Know you wish bagged that

Pull up bank rolls no royce
Suit tailored swift turqoise
I'm my city durk I'm the voice
Had to make it ain't really got choice
No writers ain't got no james joyce
Lately i hang wit my boys
We the smartest in the room yeah we be du bois

We be the boys we be the boys
We be the boys we be the boys
We be the boys we be the boys
We be the boys ayye
We be the we be the
We be the we be the
We be the we be the
Aye
Yeah

Think I need a new hat
Make it simple like a face tat
Yeah I check the charts check the stats
Yeah I got they hearts like mike jack
In the stu like mic check
But I'm like mike ain't no bow wow
Told em watch the throne when they bow down
Feel like ye and hov when I pow pow
Bullet holes point the 38 it's a snub nose and a loud mouth
To the opposition thought they scored a goal
Paid the refs off it ain't count now
Know you finna fold like the back of knees
Rats is packin cheese by the pound now
You a 8 ball what did 7 eat
Thought you slick 9 ain't around now
Thought you slick 9 ain't around now
You be actin hard when you did the crime
Time to do the time you want out now
You can keep a dime imma take quarter
Got like 20 dollars they my lil supportas
If you are a father better watch ya daughter
Cuz I shoot like mamba and I'm steady scorin
And my gang green share it wit the team
Finna take flight Irish spring green
And I get the bread like a bakery
But they never catch me ain't no cake on me
Chef boyardee i'm in cannes
I take a trip out to france
You know I get it by any means
Imma take it out yo hands



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Writer(s): Paul Glenford Butler Ii
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