Afah Bomaye Lyrics

Dear Lord up in heaven

I'm not mad just got a question

Do you love me?

If you do then why you give me this depression

Not complaining just expressing

Holy shit I got five seconds

Oh my God just wait a minute

Really hope you get this message

Rolling with them young boys

Walking with my OG's

You know I'm a war boy

Never getting cold feet

I'll knock you to the floor boy

Don't you fucken try me

Don't make me use the door boy

Drag yo ass out to the street

Here's a reminder that I still spit

You Still talking shit then suck my dick

You just mad cuz I don't quit

You just mad cuz you don't gotta hit

You just mad cuz you a lil bitch

Call yourself a thug, can't even pull a bitch

Trynna look for love, but you a fucken snitch

You put them gloves on, better know how to hit

I don't need you

You do need me

I just see through

You do see me

I don't know you

But you hate me

I will show you

You can't tame me

I don't owe you

So don't blame me

You're supposed to

Be my colleague

I just hope you

Find out quickly

Just don't go through

My machetes

Ready or not

Here I come

You can't hide

I'm gonna find you

And take it slowly

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Hey you come with me

I can show you different trees

Fuck them bitches Let them be

Let's regulate with Warren G

Fuck the police they just tease

Every time they yell out freeze

They just want you on your knees

Then they shoot you when you sneeze

Don't fucken get mad at me

When lil Reese knocks out yo teeth

It's probably how you spoke to me

Or maybe cuz you're a honky

If I'm shrek then you're donkey

If I'm Thor then your Loki

If we fuck then it's low key

Use no phone walkie talkie

Beware the stare of franky fear

He's not your friend

Let's make that clear

He's always near

Won't disappear

He'll cut your tongue out

And your ears

Gmmm

Tow tone block boy

Two tone block boy

Tow tone block boy

Two tone block boy

Tow tone block boy

Two tone block boy

Every time I make a rhyme

I just think of the next line

Shut my mouth and close my eyes

Let's find out what's on my mind

Hey Don Pancho come inside

Sup Andreski been long time

Franky Fear just wait outside

Fuck you Castro, not this time

Maybe this the reason why

I can never make some time

To the people in my life

Because I just lose my mind

I feel sad then I feel fine

I get mad like every time

I want truth you give me lies

Look my back it's full of knives

Ready or not

Here I come

You can't hide

I'm gonna find you

And take it slowly

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

Afah Bomaye

One more thing you gotta know

Let me tell you 'fore I go

It's fuck yo friends and fuck yo goals

Competition with no rules

That means I get to use my tools

I'll cut yo dick out and your jewels

Then I'll send it to your crew

So they can all enjoy it too

What the fuck you gonna do

A racist gringa just like you

A crazy vato follows you

He got black homies more than few

You don't feel safe as you do

That's probably because your screwed

No civilian to help you

Now where's your favorite men in blue