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Lyrify.me

B.O.F.A. by KingLethal Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2014

[Verse: Lethal]

Drop... Like the heartbeat of a hater when they see the boy out here getting paper
Y'all still with the talking? I just wanna say that "I made it" before I ever meet the maker
Take a shot with the wrong girl, feelings too strong now you can't help but go and chase her
It's two sides to everybody, when you getting coins they just keep the friendly face up

False love... Man it's so obvious
Couldn't make the cut so they tryna copy us
And my ego low, that's what the problem is
Y'all should be scared the day a nigga get some confidence

Damn, every night's so synonymous
Only smoke our own shit, my niggas be the botanists
Getting high scheming cause we tired of this bottom shit
Real recognize real, y'all look anonymous

So can't recognize, recognize
Every bar leaves everybody mesmerized
Trying so hard to fight the Devil's lies
I'm just hoping I can stay true in the Sheperd's eyes
Man, all I ever hear is lies
Y'all spazzing every time I drop a pair of lines
Know you fucking with it, flow felt by the paralyzed
Told my grandma "I"ma do it!", may she rest in paradise

Life and death, a paradox in my eyes
Crap, we all gotta roll this pair of dice
Trap, my niggas' lives being jeopardized
Rap, tryna be the king before I die

Will I, Will I
Kill my, kill my
Insecurities and get what is mine
"What are your plans, up there so high?"
Life been kinda low, Lord please send a sign

Never seen him, you would think that my faith gone
But every night still pray tryna stay strong
All these critics, man fuck what they want
I forgot what justice, R.I.P. to Trayvon

Yeah... and to any other life gone
Shit... don't let me into my zone
With... shots of Henny into my dome
It's... my shot I'm in the iso
Will I miss? Nah boy hell no
Ima be the best cause all my niggas said so
They on point with the straps, son, Eric Bledsoe rockin' velcro
I don't need your help bro

Sure as hell don't want it
If you hate me, then why's my name still the topic?
Take ya' lady, she down to ride when we calling
Name a beat that don't die when I'm on it

Go ahead, take as long as you want
In the mean time I'll be here dropping bombs
Doing anything I can not to disappoint my mom
But she don't see potential in her young boy's songs

What a shame, man I gotta prove her wrong
Acting like you know me, how long my shoes been on?
Yeah I ain't think so, moving on
Demons in my past, angels help me move along

Let the beat build back
He said this and she said that
No time for rumors, please step back
Don't need your thoughts so please retract
I don't spit bars dawg, I preach rap
I will not stop 'til I see stacks
Ima be the best son, I speak facts
I will not drop 'til I reach that
So! They debating on the kid? (Kid...)
Making moves with his clique (Clique...)
Nigga better make a bid
I could murk off any rapper with a damn adlib

UH... and you know that's the truth
He just go in, genocide in the booth
Rap in my aisle and I walk as the groom
Once I'm the one I'm gon' chuck up a deuce

Hip Hop my baby, I promise no divorce
Never will I cheat, give all when I record
"He is not playing!" that's all they gon' report
Name with the greatest, that's all you gon' see boy

Hip Hop religion... my soul ain't sold
Leading my people, the new found Pope
This EP gon' make you OD, can't cope
Put in reverse, dawg that's still DOPE