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tiny boost - hunger games ep 4 (freestyle) lyrics

[verse]
my g’s can’t slide without me, i get fomo
but more time i did it solo
that reh teh will probably fling you in the air like a pole vault
hammer big enough to play polo
make a quick movie with your b+tch on my gopro
i’ve been getting money since the big face old notes
all boost does is shout, that’s them old jokes
these times i’ve been a whole goat
before i told, you woulda heard i cut my own throat
i’m from the narm, that’s enough said
i seen my fair share of bloodshed
i done woke up to next man’s legs swinging off the top bunk bed
and when they see me, they always wonder if i’m upset
half a box in the wok, i had it compressed
and i don’t even wanna brag about this nonsense
don’t bring my name in no rapper boy contest
’cause when you put it into context
ain’t nuttin gangster in their content
walk in these rooms, i get a strong stench
it’s just p+ssy and vermin but i’m tryna be a better person
dedicated, disciplined, determined
big belly, rude boy, i might do summer shirtless
i went for dinner, got the front then i deserted
these groupie hoes make me nervous
ain’t it crazy what they’ll do for a man with pound sterling?
so listen to a winner as he’s talking
i’m tryna ball like spalding
as a yute, i was sweeping and coursing
but right now, i’m just keeping it cordial
i put my pain on the beat and i record it
my life darker than a fiend with that foil
my only fear is a man who shows he’s disloyal
can’t hit it raw, i don’t care about your coil
i don’t spit crack, i spit the oil
when you set it in and put it on boil
i’m r+a+w like ra in ’05
i’ve been outside my whole life
i was outside the whole night
feel like me and the streets is soul tied
i’m stuck together like cold rice
spin your block, it gon’ sound like a drone strike
you know it’s real when there’s bleeding on both sides
until i die, i gotta tote mine
if i end up back in court, i get told “life”
one chance then it’s gunshot, you won’t get told twice
pull strings, i never sold thai
you’ll get your head knocked off and your nose wiped
shirt on, shoes on, no bow tie
and i don’t need a mill, i want multi
can’t be in the trap till i’m waiting on the bones dry
i ain’t worked for bt, i coulda made it off a phone line
that was literally a dope line

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