Boaz

Boaz - Everything songtekst

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Ordinary rapper ended up a superstar 
Sitting in the ghetto, wishing on that shootin' star 
Order bottle service, we ain't gotta do the bar 
Let's go hard tonight, the same shit we gon do tomorrow 
Different city, different state 
Hang out with real niggas 
Every sponsor bigger state 
You gotta feel niggas 
Smashing out with the aston 
Getting head, not crashin' 
I've been brown bagged since '09 
No spending bread, just stashin' 
Still getting that cash nigga 
Rap money, move fast nigga 
Throwin' up that grass 
Askin' smokin' joint to the ash with ya 
But times change 
And people too 
I feel the same 
How I seem to you? 
I'm where the weather's nice and the trees is blue 
Welcome to the life, this a dream come true 
Got the city goin' hard cuz we all bubblin' 
Got the fans talkin' 'bout me way out in belgrade 
Who you signing with, hah? 
When the album coming? 
It's all a grind cousin 
I knew my time is coming 
Poetical justice in the usual fashion 
Let's get this established 
This music – my passion 
You're risin' for the money and the fame 
But for the love of the game 
They expect you to change 
But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing 
But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing 
Now I'm sitting at the party with pretty hoes 
Fresh from my head to my toes 
Poppin' bottles of rose 
Don't want from nothing 
I've got everything 
Don't work from nothing, I've got everything 
Humble beginnings, I was dreaming 'bout the super start 
'em 
Money and women give a fuck about women my problems 
Always in my own head, started out with no bread 
Kept my head u, got my bread up 
Now I'm chilling still 
I hit the gas station, passing jackson's to fiends 
Gonna buy me a blunt that I packed with some weed 
I remember all the days they were laughing, my dreams 
Now when they look at what I'm doing they just have to 
believe 
Rappin' with my cast on, broke my head in half 
Still I rap like it's my last songs 
Passing chef the hash 
When they ask about the burger tell 'em listen to boaz 
Because them stories go way deeper than just bitches 
and hoes 
Sticking to the program, always on my own 2 
I always been my omen, there's nothing that I won't do 
To get this money, tempted by materials 
I always dreamed to have that b emblem on my steering 
wheel 
These rap motherfuckers funny though 
Young and with success, tend to move 'em out their 
comfort zone 
Fuck these hoes, I'm thinking 'bout some better things 
Forget about that bullshit, the music becomes 
everything 
You're risin' for the money and the fame 
But for the love of the game 
They expect you to change 
But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing 
But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing 
Now I'm sitting at the party with pretty hoes 
Fresh from my head to my toes 
Poppin' bottles of rose 
Don't want from nothing 
I've got everything 
Don't work from nothing, I've got everything 
Now they see me, I'm bossed up 
Bad hoes getting tossed up 
Chauffeurs pull their cars up 
Push a button, it starts up 
I feel like I've just landed on a whole 'nother planet 
This money changes everything 
These niggas don't understand it 
Got paintings on the wall, now my counter tops is 
granite 
I took it as a blessing though, never took it for 
granted 
This just how god planned it 
These haters can't stand it 
Can't stop that if I wanted to 
We ball out automatic hah 
Everything top of the line 
Shopping in boca raton 
Eyes on both of my arms 
Frames, versace designs 
But those are just material things 
Can we rise beyond that, to a spiritual plane? leggo 
Can I make a million dollars without dealing cocaine? 
Wanna die a happy death without feeling no pain 
We hit the game like an asteroid, name of the tabloid 
Now go and get your money on, little duffle bag boy 
As I roll up the stink and pour me a drink 
I'm laughing at niggas all the way to the bank 
As I roll up the stink and pour me a drink 
I'm laughing at bitches all the way to the bank
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