Boy
Packing my shit,
I'll be gone by the morning
I'm not planning on staying here Too long
I'ma creep out when you niggas Snoring
I seen shit that I'd rather not rap About
I've done shit that's gon stay off Recording
Told myself why not try out the Rapping route
Dip my pen in the blood from my Core
Now the world is the stage for the Boy
There's too many depending on Boy
"Boy come do up these dishes"
And make sure you lock up those Wishes and dreams
Since I was in teens
I knew I was destined
I tested the system
And soaked it in song
My pain be the music
You bobbing along
It feel just like magic
But really it's tragic
I wake up in panic
Like somebody planned it like
Please no recording please
Just pay me collard greens
Need y'all to honor me
All hail the king of kings
The birds flocking with the bees
Bro's crossing overseas
Pray they don't call on me
Pray they don't call my name
Like boy
This world is way too damn big for A boy
"Boy I do love you but I love him More"
They do not know me but still hate The boy
I used to know him cannot stand That boy
Better man up he don't act like a Boy
Not enough love in the world for The boy
For the boy, for the boy
"Boy come to your senses"
Put up your defenses
The cycle you stuck in is vicious
And might leave incisions
And imprint the way you be Thinking
I swear you don't need they Attention
The pigment your skin is is gifted
I promise you don't need Permission
Invision your future with millions And millions and commas and Trillions
And maybe a Bens for the brudda
Maybe a crib for your mother and Daddy
And maybe a Caddy for flexing
Maybe two phones for the texting
Maybe GG for the hip
Maybe a ring for the lip
Or maybe a ring for the hand
Maybe bag full of bands or maybe Ksubi the jeans
Maybe you know what I mean like
Please no rec
I'll be gone by the morning
I'm not planning on staying here Too long
I'ma creep out when you niggas Snoring
I seen shit that I'd rather not rap About
I've done shit that's gon stay off Recording
Told myself why not try out the Rapping route
Dip my pen in the blood from my Core
Now the world is the stage for the Boy
There's too many depending on Boy
"Boy come do up these dishes"
And make sure you lock up those Wishes and dreams
Since I was in teens
I knew I was destined
I tested the system
And soaked it in song
My pain be the music
You bobbing along
It feel just like magic
But really it's tragic
I wake up in panic
Like somebody planned it like
Please no recording please
Just pay me collard greens
Need y'all to honor me
All hail the king of kings
The birds flocking with the bees
Bro's crossing overseas
Pray they don't call on me
Pray they don't call my name
Like boy
This world is way too damn big for A boy
"Boy I do love you but I love him More"
They do not know me but still hate The boy
I used to know him cannot stand That boy
Better man up he don't act like a Boy
Not enough love in the world for The boy
For the boy, for the boy
"Boy come to your senses"
Put up your defenses
The cycle you stuck in is vicious
And might leave incisions
And imprint the way you be Thinking
I swear you don't need they Attention
The pigment your skin is is gifted
I promise you don't need Permission
Invision your future with millions And millions and commas and Trillions
And maybe a Bens for the brudda
Maybe a crib for your mother and Daddy
And maybe a Caddy for flexing
Maybe two phones for the texting
Maybe GG for the hip
Maybe a ring for the lip
Or maybe a ring for the hand
Maybe bag full of bands or maybe Ksubi the jeans
Maybe you know what I mean like
Please no rec
Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Sackey
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