The Boogeyman

Diego on the Board

Baby, do you understand me now
It's been a long time
Long long
If, sometimes, you see that I'm mad
But hey
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
He told me to cook up
Cook smoove
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
So look

I'm the missing piece to the puzzle
Shit ain't never sweet when you a product from the struggle
All that huffing and puffin boy gon getchu crumbled
You must forgot my name I bang bang in this jungle
What I got to lose stand up in my shoes
I bet yeen gon be ready for these black & blues man what it do
I'm fully loaded with a fat mag mad max
Boy I'm on my badass boy don't make me mad mad
I'm the Baba Yaga John Wick other brother on that stupid mutherfucka
All raw no rubber all black all muscle
Ski mask thug honor no threat all promise boy you fucking with monster
Now let's go get it return of the muthafuckin realest
None but sirens flashing when we walking inside of the building
Eyes bloody red this shit here too evil for the children
Ain't no nigga playing pussy we can box or get the bussing
Rolling up then start puffin fuck nigga can't tell me nothin
Foes up know how I'm comin' shit Welcome to Montgomery
They said Silk you think thugging nawl bitch I'm bout my money
Nino Brown type of fit ain't nothing about me funny
All shit tell me why the fuck would I lie
Man a nigga died I'm on a lifeline
Ain worried bout tomorrow I wanna see the night skies
Like my brothers told me ain't no time the right time
Look
Big shit fit so cold I can brang back dripping
Eight piece on white forces looking crispy
Pussy so wet see full on the dipstick
Call me Mister Smoove man I'm always on my pimp shit
This flow I dribble bout to past to fucking nigga
Feel familiar finger roll the trigger thirty rounds a nigga
Ain't no hiccups when I pick up just remember lord forgive us
I done lost too many times ain't no way I'm just gon give up
As I look up in the mirror the reflection seems much clearer
That I'm realer than most of you muthafucka niggas
This flow I dribble bout to pass it to my muthafuka nigga
Feel familiar finger roll the trigger thirty rounds a nigga
Ain't no hiccups when I pick up just remember lord forgive us
I done lost too many times ain't no way I'm just gon give up
As I look up in the mirror the reflection seems much clearer
That I'm realer than most of you niggas
Now let's go get it
A nigga waited eight years for this shit
Eight years
Lost too many times aint no way a nigga gon give the fuck up
Uh-huh
Like I told them niggas before nigga
I'm the boogeyman
The muthafuckin boogeyman
I'll die for the shit
That's all I can do you feel me
Silk
Smoove

Man the bitch looked at me and said bitch you look like you him
What you tell her
I am