[Verse 1]
I flow water, Bobby Boucher
Bout time I introduce them to they doomsday
Uh, I flow water, Bobby Boucher
I swear these rap n***a's as sweet as Kool-Aid
But them boys know that they whack
Them boys know they ain't real
Them boys know I spit crack
Them boys know what it is
Alright, let me stop f**in' around, hold this down for my set
Jet Life, ever since Route The Ruler, they been calling me the truth
I use to have a hooptie, til Spitta loaned me his coupe
I finally got an iPhone, use to be team boost
But it made me hella money, boy my shoe box the proof
I grew up in the hood where n***a's reppin' soowoop
Wear a whole lotta red, but still bump that uncle Snoop
Ain't never claimed thug, always tried to play it cool
But if it's motherf** me, then definitely motherf** you
And I try to them school n***a's, it's crazy cause they don't listen
They prolly way to broke, way too broke to pay attention
This architect sh**, I been busy building by business
Been humble way too long, now I'm stuntin' on them b**hes
It's me against the world, sh** I'm such a bold n***a
And dear summer, it's gonna be a cold winter
A different broad every night, that's what you call pimpin'
And this raw talent that I got ain't nothing but God given
That bomb head that she give, she could charge n***a's
A boss n***a, doin' it for my dogs n***a
Every track they put me on, then we go off n***a
Yeah, straight off n***a, talkin' JR n***a, preach
I might be too real for mainstream
I'm tryin' keep my rap sheet clean
But they don't feel me, ya'mean
My people gotta eat, I'm tryin' touch some legal cheese
I got a b**h that's on my team, she hustle just like me
I keep a jersey for her, remember that one night they tried to murc your boy
Remember bein' wanted, cops searchin for em'
They say they gotta cell or a hearse for em'
My homie say they got some pounds or some birds for em'
My eye's cherry red, like my birth stone
I remember postin' up, gettin' that work off
Can they say holla back, don't you take too long
Be back in 24 hours, that's what I do boy
Cause I ain't never been no duck n***a, no b**h n***a, no f** n***a
I do this sh** for my hood n***a
My crip n***as, my blood n***as
Them cap peelers, them thug n***as
Them drug dealers, them jack boys
You know, them boys who keep them tooli's on them
Uh, hey, you know I kept that toolie on me
I can't lie, I thank God for that motherf**in' boost mobile
Used to be ridin' round with my smokin' with my n***a [?]
Talkin' bout makin' mad money
Bumpin' that Styles P
Had that heater under the seat
Don't believe me, just ask somebody n***a
Like, flow water, Bobby Boucher
Bout time I introduce them to they dooms day