BOMO

Cannot relate to these hoes, yea
Moving round doing the most, yea
Let's have a toast to them folks running up on my throne
Y'all not even close, yea
I never been one to boast
But lately I feel like the king of the globe, yea
Had my back against the ropes
But I'm bouncing back and that's just how it goes, yea
All my life been on my own, yea
I've been on my own, yea
Been all alone on this road
But never lost hope
Cause bitch I'm the goat, yea
Been on my- been on my own, yea
I've been on my own, yea
Stick and stone could never break a Jone-bone
Got this shit all on my own, yea

Ten toes down off the get go
And they love how it sound off the headphone
If that boy talking down then I show em them numbers
How I get my payback like Venmo
Told em write this shit down on my headstone
While I'm rolling that loud off the west coast
Yea, y'all hear that sound, it gon' echo
My shit doing rounds from Trinity to Redstone
Bitch, I'm talking reckless with no regard
Showing scars, left em with broken hearts
Open arms setting off any smoke alarms
Make a clown hit the deck like the joker card
I got the juice, now I'm overcharged
Going far in this rover, the motorcar
They gon' hop on the wave, it ain't Noah's ark
Always want smoke, they got close but no cigar

Cannot relate to these hoes, yea
Moving round doing the most, yea
Let's have a toast to them folks running up on my throne
Y'all not even close, yea
I never been one to boast
But lately I feel like the king of the globe, yea
Had my back against the ropes
But I'm bouncing back and that's just how it goes, yea
All my life been on my own, yea
I've been on my own, yea
Been all alone on this road
But never lost hope
Cause bitch I'm the goat, yea
Been on my- been on my own, yea
I've been on my own, yea
Stick and stone could never break a Jone-bone
Got this shit all on my own, yea

Now everybody come together
Eyes on me like sunken treasure
They can't stand being under pressure
Hands out reaching for a cut of the cheddar
Them ties can get cut and severed
Feel like I deserve something better
Act like something you wasn't ever
Don't call me brother, motherfucker, we not blood whatsoever
Okay, Bitch, I'm back forreal
Tell a hoe pass the bill
Action-filled
Everybody hearing this hit like when Chris Rock got his ass smacked by Will
Mass appeal
Young man caught a few looks, ay
Young man got a few shook, ay
Watch how I cook em like Booker
I woulda, I shoulda, you wish that you could, ay
How the boy got em all pissed off
Damn, I'm still dreaming like 6 Dogs
At the tiptop of a tower with a bad ass bitch in my palm like King Kong
Call me Cujo, I'm that big, dog
Walking out the bank in my flip flops
Quit with the shit-talk, I'm giving TED Talks
Y'all out here doing TikToks



Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Quinn
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