#BostonStrong (feat. Jeff Staples)
There's a knowing in being an artist
There's a knowing
You can't guess
You can't think
There's a knowing
You have to know
So you have to have this knowing that
Ok it may not work today
It may not work tomorrow
But this is the right thing
This what I'm doing
This is what's feeding me
Man once again
I had to bless you with my presence
See I went and dropped a tape
But now I'm back to teach a lesson
Man that's on a mission
So my lyrics be a weapon
Mass destruction what I'm causing
Boston better digesting
Every noun
Every verb
Every word
Shits intended
For all y'all fuck niggas out there
That ain't respecting
Real rap
With no cap
And real streams
That's big facts
Niggas out here playing me
So now's the time I react
This the type of shit y'all want me on
Well hold on
Nigga I've been patient and been calm
And that's for too long
Niggas steady sleeping on me
Now I've got a hit song
Baby I'm just Boston bred
I'm built for this im too strong
Hometown to love me
Only thing I'm really asking
Bell Biv Devoe got the torch
But y'all gone pass it
Maybe even make a future hit
Make some magic
Asking for a feature through a song
Man that's classic
Yeah I Know I'm gone pop pop pop
I be sonning nigs
Some of y'all rappers be ass
Y'all need another gig
Now I'm in the stu locked in
That's another hit
Pass me my blunt my nigga
That's another hit
Niggas all gang gang gang
But they ain't banging shit
Ain't no thug
But try me I gotta army kid
The devil at the door
Knock knock
Nigga let me in
I love pussy my nigga
Like a lesbian
If shawty friend a thot
I tell her friend
Don't tell her friend
Cause I got the master key
And bitches bout to let me in
You know I be
Quick to heat a beat
Frying pan
Even if my name was beaver
I couldn't give a damn
Yea
They got me in booth again
Tell a friend to tell a friend
Jay spit a verse then they hooked
Call it heroin
Fuckin a on heroine
It'll make cents if you let the bars settle in
This the type of shit y'all want me on
Well hold on
Nigga I've been patient and been calm
And that's for too long
Niggas steady sleeping on me
Now I've got a hit song
Baby I'm just Boston bred
I'm built for this im too strong
Hometown to love me
Only thing I'm really asking
Bell Biv Devoe got the torch
But y'all gone pass it
Maybe even make a future hit
Make some magic
Asking for a feature through a song
Man that's classic
There's a knowing
You can't guess
You can't think
There's a knowing
You have to know
So you have to have this knowing that
Ok it may not work today
It may not work tomorrow
But this is the right thing
This what I'm doing
This is what's feeding me
Man once again
I had to bless you with my presence
See I went and dropped a tape
But now I'm back to teach a lesson
Man that's on a mission
So my lyrics be a weapon
Mass destruction what I'm causing
Boston better digesting
Every noun
Every verb
Every word
Shits intended
For all y'all fuck niggas out there
That ain't respecting
Real rap
With no cap
And real streams
That's big facts
Niggas out here playing me
So now's the time I react
This the type of shit y'all want me on
Well hold on
Nigga I've been patient and been calm
And that's for too long
Niggas steady sleeping on me
Now I've got a hit song
Baby I'm just Boston bred
I'm built for this im too strong
Hometown to love me
Only thing I'm really asking
Bell Biv Devoe got the torch
But y'all gone pass it
Maybe even make a future hit
Make some magic
Asking for a feature through a song
Man that's classic
Yeah I Know I'm gone pop pop pop
I be sonning nigs
Some of y'all rappers be ass
Y'all need another gig
Now I'm in the stu locked in
That's another hit
Pass me my blunt my nigga
That's another hit
Niggas all gang gang gang
But they ain't banging shit
Ain't no thug
But try me I gotta army kid
The devil at the door
Knock knock
Nigga let me in
I love pussy my nigga
Like a lesbian
If shawty friend a thot
I tell her friend
Don't tell her friend
Cause I got the master key
And bitches bout to let me in
You know I be
Quick to heat a beat
Frying pan
Even if my name was beaver
I couldn't give a damn
Yea
They got me in booth again
Tell a friend to tell a friend
Jay spit a verse then they hooked
Call it heroin
Fuckin a on heroine
It'll make cents if you let the bars settle in
This the type of shit y'all want me on
Well hold on
Nigga I've been patient and been calm
And that's for too long
Niggas steady sleeping on me
Now I've got a hit song
Baby I'm just Boston bred
I'm built for this im too strong
Hometown to love me
Only thing I'm really asking
Bell Biv Devoe got the torch
But y'all gone pass it
Maybe even make a future hit
Make some magic
Asking for a feature through a song
Man that's classic
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