Boombastic Lyrics

Old school beats and the flow boom-bastic, yeah, that's a bar

Life ain't fair, what you thought this was scholastic

Livin' in the past, think I finally got past it

Used to sell weed, now I'm up on this rap shit

Old school beats and the flow boom-bastic

Ridin' round town with the windows down, system up

Told them bout the vision, they still ain't listen up

Been nine years, I still ain't givin' up

Mama raised a soldier, rough times better stiffen up

And that's real, fuck how you feel

Even with the lights out, bitch, I always had a meal

Shoutouts to pops for all the weed I used to steal

I'ma pay it all back when I finally get that deal

These used to be dreams, till it turned to reality

Guess they love the metaphors and them analogies

Publicity, stunts, plus all of my strategies

Shot for the moon, now I'm on the bigger galaxies, bitch

Ayy, just keep this shit runnin', I ain't even finna do a hook on this bitch

I'ma just rap

Look, built myself a legacy, I'll live on through these songs

Too busy writin' those, got no time for rightin' wrongs

Only stop to hit the bong, that's word to cheech and chong

Eyes so low, lookin' like a Vietcong

Middle fingers up, not politically correct

It's munchies on the mic, so it's about to get wrecked

Good thing I got a spare mic, check mic, check

I spent the rap money on a brand new deck

Hit a tre flip, now I kick, push

Leader of the loud pack, smokin' big kush

Gotta thank the Lord for the burnin' bush

This is my life, so bitch, shush

Let me live it how I please, let me live it how I want

Let me write my own story, let me choose my own font

I'ma live it how I please, I'ma live it how I want

I'ma write my own story, I'ma choose my own font

That's real

Gotta watch out for the snakes in the grass still lurkin'

Haters out here chattin', haters out here chirpin'

Wastin' time at parties while I'm in the stu workin'

One thing I know I'm bout to blow, that's for certain

Did it by myself before the kid turned 30

Hell of a ride, been a hell of a journey

I told you I'ma make it, ma, you ain't gotta worry

But I ain't stoppin' yet, can't celebrate early

I could never go back, I was already pour enough

So I ain't poppin' bottles unless we pourin' up

This is all I ever wanted since I was growin' up

So I gotta keep recordin' till I fill my storage up

Hundred songs in the vault, I miss a hundred sons

Now my name hold weight like it weigh a hundred tons

No longer countin' Jackson's I got hundreds in my thumbs

Break bread for the team, we no longer splittin' crumbs

And that's real