Boomer - Live at Studio 4

Hey, bruh, hey, bruh, hey, bruh, look, I'm the man
That was back when I was gettin' hickeys in the Am
That was back when I was doin' Harlem Nights for twenty racks
They call me Hershey's because my money comin' real late
We on track (Woo), that's a lap (Woo)
I told my girl that I was workin', that's a lie, I'm in the trap
Told my mama I was savin', fuck, I spent that shit on wax
Told my friends I couldn't make it, you know I got the bag

I, I know most people gonna say what they wanna say
Most people gonna smoke what they wanna smoke
And others, they don't care 'bout no other things
At times, it's kind of hard to tell exactly where I wanna go
I know it don't show, I know it don't show

And I can't even get my hands up
That's what we dance for, Lord, I'm goin' in alone
And right when I get all of my hopes up
Something explodes, Lord, I never win

Hold on, hold on, hold on, here's something big
Walked across the street the other day to get a gram
Came back to the trap and smoked that shit with my old man
Please don't mean that I'm the hardest nigga out this MIA
You know me, that's a nigga on the block even though hoes know
Smokin' on the lot, they say, "That's hash," these are the tree poles
Christ man on the corner, landin' jets, call him Heathrow
Drippin' sticks of youngin' I've been eatin' since a teen, bro

I, I know most people gonna say what they wanna say
Most people gonna smoke what they wanna smoke
And others, they don't care 'bout no other things
At times, it's kind of hard to tell exactly where I wanna go
I know that it shows, I know it shows

And I can't even get my hands up
That's what we dance for, Lord, I'm goin' in alone
And right when I get all of my hopes up
Something explodes, Lord, I never win
You can't hurt me
And I've been buried alive by the devil
I send him hell
And you can't save me
I've been buried alive by the devil
I send him hell
No, no, yeah

You can tell me that it's all a lie, I know
You told me, all I know is that He's gonna find me