BALBOA Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Back against the rope, swing like Boboa, Boa, Boa, Boa, Boa,
Can't take me out, can't takeme out, can't take me out, can't take me out,
God knew I was sinful, still gave me potential
Cuz knew we was kinfolk, still gave up some info, nothing accidental, even when you miss em,
Miss em, miss em, miss em,
Look at her now, she a bird now, decorated angel wings
Doing her damn thing, shit's amazing, I live in yellow springs, my niggas claim gangs
I coach and body train, go by a lot of names
I survived some things, decade in the chains
Something had to change, had to have the pain, made me who I am
Every scar every blemish there so I remember
Remember when they fucked me up in public, broke my jaws, remember when I cocked her back like Pat
And break the law, remember when I missed her first steps, I never saw, remember CBCF
Paying three dollars a call, remember tripping thinking that your homie fucked your broad
Couldn't get no rest, demons playing in my skull, two years for a vest, five du-du out the car
Add up all the rest, they paid less, I paid more
I was under stress, I was stuck behind bars
Bitch lied to me, left my dick with a scar, I'm still hard headed every time my dick get hard
Ain't gon' say no names, bitches know who they are,
Back against the rope, swing like Balboa
Can't take me out, can't take me out, can't take me out
Can't take me out,
Back against the rope, swing like Balboa
Can't take me out, can't take me out, can't take me out
Can't take me out cant take me out
God knew I wasn't perfect
Still gave me discernment, in the lowest places
I was seeking higher learning, rose to the surface
Now I'm writing sermons, the world's my pulpit
I'm living in my purpose, goals are so lofty
Sometimes it makes me nervous, so much on my plate
Look like I hardly ate, standing up so straight
Look like my back don't ache, grind from 5 to 8
On the weekends I don't sleep, this is what it take
Only thing left is great
Stop telling me to chill like that's a motherfucking option
Stop telling me to eat unless you cooking me some pasta
Stop telling me to pray for a demon hoe who godless
Stop telling me you love me when you breaking every promise
Stop telling me everything you think I wanna hear
Stop telling me where you at when I'm over here
The world ain't flat bitch, I run circles round you squares
I'm getting too big for these underwears I wear
Too big for you bitches, too big for my britches
Too big for you busters and you punk motherfuckers