B.O.F.A.

By KingLethal

Released on April 17, 2014

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[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