T.B.B.
The boys back motherfucker did you miss me
I recite these lyrics and you feel it in your kidneys
I got some real raps, and that's just what the kids need
Kiss your forehead and I drop you I'm a true fiend
The white moms look at me like they don't like this
I've been the shit for so long motherfuckers can't wipe this (Eugh)
A threat to the game a terrorist I'm isis
Hit you back with 300 bars I'm Leonidus
Choke you out in an alley with a shoe string
How long you think I was gonna let your crew reign
Fore we continue I'll remind you of 2 things
I'm a demon with a Puerto Rican and a box spring
Put a whole concert together so I could have a night
You try to turn your career around but you jackknifed
Some will say I'm the rap games new bedlamite
I need protection from myself I'll call the acolytes
Yeah The boys back
You motherfuckers know the boys back
Hide your wife and your kids because the boys back
You know the city ain't safe because the boys back
Yeah The boys back
You motherfuckers know the boys back
Hide your wife and your kids because the boys back
You know the city ain't safe because the boys back
I drank some moose for breakfast ensure for dessert
Better then you other wack rappers and your sizzurp
Running laps around you kids I swear I'm hitting paydirt
Pumping shoes just before I leap I need the extra vert
They're in awe cause I got my arm in the rim
I'm chilling on the outside while motherfuckers looking in
She telling me "Nicky your the leader your the kingpin"
I've been eating so much it's crazy how I stay extra thin
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord,
No matter what I do I swear somebodies got a gripe
There's just no way you can clone me I'm an archetype
I got some real fuckers with me yeah we gotta Tribe
If I want a truce with you fools I'll smoke your peace pipe
This song is a declaration man that I'm here to stay
Your dreams take a lifetime I do it in a day
If you advise me not to do it I'll do it anyway
Flip the whole game on its head I call it the ocky way
A true artist run my concerts in showers
A younger generation that I'm tryna empower
The world used to be sweet by the day it gets sour
You want another hit well then just give me an hour
You load the bases and you know I'll hit a grand slam
When I step onto the stage you better get your cams
The song is a litmus test a simple exam
If you've ever supported me then your in the fam
Yeah The boys back
You motherfuckers know the boys back
Hide your wife and your kids because the boys back
You know the city ain't safe because the boys back
I recite these lyrics and you feel it in your kidneys
I got some real raps, and that's just what the kids need
Kiss your forehead and I drop you I'm a true fiend
The white moms look at me like they don't like this
I've been the shit for so long motherfuckers can't wipe this (Eugh)
A threat to the game a terrorist I'm isis
Hit you back with 300 bars I'm Leonidus
Choke you out in an alley with a shoe string
How long you think I was gonna let your crew reign
Fore we continue I'll remind you of 2 things
I'm a demon with a Puerto Rican and a box spring
Put a whole concert together so I could have a night
You try to turn your career around but you jackknifed
Some will say I'm the rap games new bedlamite
I need protection from myself I'll call the acolytes
Yeah The boys back
You motherfuckers know the boys back
Hide your wife and your kids because the boys back
You know the city ain't safe because the boys back
Yeah The boys back
You motherfuckers know the boys back
Hide your wife and your kids because the boys back
You know the city ain't safe because the boys back
I drank some moose for breakfast ensure for dessert
Better then you other wack rappers and your sizzurp
Running laps around you kids I swear I'm hitting paydirt
Pumping shoes just before I leap I need the extra vert
They're in awe cause I got my arm in the rim
I'm chilling on the outside while motherfuckers looking in
She telling me "Nicky your the leader your the kingpin"
I've been eating so much it's crazy how I stay extra thin
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord,
No matter what I do I swear somebodies got a gripe
There's just no way you can clone me I'm an archetype
I got some real fuckers with me yeah we gotta Tribe
If I want a truce with you fools I'll smoke your peace pipe
This song is a declaration man that I'm here to stay
Your dreams take a lifetime I do it in a day
If you advise me not to do it I'll do it anyway
Flip the whole game on its head I call it the ocky way
A true artist run my concerts in showers
A younger generation that I'm tryna empower
The world used to be sweet by the day it gets sour
You want another hit well then just give me an hour
You load the bases and you know I'll hit a grand slam
When I step onto the stage you better get your cams
The song is a litmus test a simple exam
If you've ever supported me then your in the fam
Yeah The boys back
You motherfuckers know the boys back
Hide your wife and your kids because the boys back
You know the city ain't safe because the boys back
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Fine
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