[Verse One: Bru Swain]
Boston, Boston. I'm so f***ing awesome
Running when the cops come. Flyer than some top guns
Smoke weed, I got some. My cares, I have lost them
Draw lines, I cross them. You're just not so Boston
Hate me cause you ain't me. I'll be breaking banks daily
Got me feeling kinda crazy. Got your whole family praying
That you all wake up safely. You might make it maybe
But the b**h in you lately got you holding back and breaking
We're at the top smoking pot. Hold your Ls up!
Don't give a f**k what the cops got to tell us
One day we'll make it rain so bring an umbrella
I'm Bru f***ing Swain the AGD fella
So bar'd up like I got a f***ing prescript
So f***ing hot that they don't need a remix
Doper than a weed hit
It's the 243, b**h
[Verse Two: Ketsuban]
We blowing up like a marathon in Boston
Always buying d**. Don't matter what it cost and
Complete lack of empathy so he thinks he's a problem
But he spit fire to your girl you can call him Eric Koston
Explosions, weapons, bombs, guns
If I told you that I did it would I get credit, son?
I don't know but I think it's cool to say so
Boston blew up like us, then came Waco
Texas. Respect this. We young and we reckless
This next s**t will choke you to d**h like a necklace
Agatewaydrug, baby. You know we the bestest
Listen to this s**t until you're infected
But maybe I would blow up a buliding or two
But don't think that is admitting to what I didn't do
I like to screw with you while I'm swaying on a brew or two
We deadly as a whole. Ketsuban, Will Graham and Bru