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tiny boost - 1boost lyrics

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tell dem boy, “leave the shooters alone”
it’s either that or book a funeral home, yeah
ever strap, i hit that till we go
you know we jump out and dump, no insta post
whole of your clique full of accident k!ller
how you compare them to actual hitters?
why the f+ck do ya?
pepper from the pan turn man chop suya
crocodile t++th chop through ya
real badman nah war with tongue
from a young boy, i walk with gun
hand tings and the tall up ones
you know the vibes, k!ll ’em all and done
where dem deh? k!ll ’em all at once
yeah, no survivor, rеal rider
where thе candles? get the lighters
they can’t swim but they turn divers
and i bet they gon’ duck too
tryna hide this ting, it stick out like a bucktooth
i do the ting then we cut loose, 1boost
pecknarm never done, i’m enough proof
and when them man turn bad, cuz, i’m confused?
you paid racks for a mash months back, it’s still unused
they just model and pose
pour a bottle out for the lost souls
one time for the guys that got life for one crime but never lost hope
waiting on the board but it’s a long road
and my heart like food that’s been left on the side and it’s gone cold
you know we pushing more blow than a blocked nose
i hope god blessing, bro, that’s still stood by a hot stove
and when that reh+teh flare, it gon’ fly through your hair like a hot comb
couldn’t pick between the hammers so we copped both
two guns up till we fall down
cali buds, hot grabba crush, bill a spliff, bun it all down
rolling calf, you best stay inna your yard, don’t walk out
get the tape and the chalk out
left your gyal inna my bed, all stretched and sprawled out
i done lived through the things that you ain’t even thought ’bout
money, power, respect, i don’t talk clout
red dot on their nose cah they’re all clowns
tell ’em kiss the ring of a don, i bet they all pout
little c+cksuckers, spread the word, it’s the return of the top shottas
ask the cops, they will tell you that we’re not robbers
straight gunman, only missed ’cause i used one hand
used to clean the cell floor with a j cloth and dustpan
yeah, you know we don’t love man
get the f+ck from around me
all different kinda sweets like we took over rowntree
married to the streets, came with a dowry
yeah, i gave my life to this ting
i can’t believe i lost my guys to this ting
outnumbered by the fake, what kinda times are we in?
salute me with twenty+one shots
i use the pain from the homage that i feel i never got
they all got glocks but they never let ’em off
you know the difference, i’m who they never was
done what they never did, i went to war and never lost
paid all my dues, i done covered many costs
hard+bodied boost, my life was never soft
they study how i’m cut but dem cyaan get the cloth
last of a dying breed, i’m one of a kind
they want me dead, the streets want me alive
but i ain’t ready yet, i can’t make my bruddas pour the henny yet
they gon’ die before i go so i wipe down the pole with a serviette
gotta let the work dry, you can’t serve it wet
no lean, no powder, no percocet
i’ll be sober when i smoke ya, peckham made soldier

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