[Intro]
I been thinking like
The Hip-Hop community and like you know the BET awards and all that like
They should appreciate like all the real ones and like set a Grammys up for the real ones like
How you forget about Boosie, how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim
sh*t, how you forget about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies
Forget the ni**as who died and ni**as got murked, forget about Turk
[Chorus]
I pistol-whipped a ni**a before the millions straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on ni**as, I bust'd a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosiе
Sipped purple drink too Boosie
How thеy forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie
[Verse 1]
C Murda, They need to set the sniper free
He was still calling me with rumors, I'm beefin' with Master P
And that's his brother, he peeped that I'm a real one
What about the ni**as tryna hit a lick and tryna kill some
We need a Grammy for the thugs, cause we don't get no love
When we sacrifice our life and having shootouts by the club
(?) and (), the ni**as in the pen
And rapper that fell short cause they ain't get a chance to live
Yeah, for Cassidy and (?), altercations and bullets ringing, that lil' ni**a C'd up
The project babies gang banging, hanging and pistol slanging
(?) killing and stealing just to make it
[Chorus]
I pistol-whipped a ni**a before the millions straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on ni**as, I bust'd a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purple drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie
[Verse 2]
They need a Grammy for Pop Hen and Bobo and Hell Rell
We at the bottom of the map, Miami and Lauderdale
Pompanoya and ni**as on the corner
And Lil Snupe, Taxstone, and Cassanova
For the OG's who raised me, I was already, at 14, sippin' codeine
R.I.P. Pop Smoke and MO3
The ni**as underground local wishing to sign a deal for a million
It's either that or penitentiary
What about the ni**as out here water whippin' to pay their studio session and all that sweatin' in the kitchen
The ni**as rapping what they living, Bobby Shmurda, ni**as gonna pull a murder
Them ni**as who ain't with the dissing
[Chorus]
I pistol-whipped a ni**a before the millions straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on ni**as, I bust'd a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purple drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie
[Outro]
Yeah, need an award for the boys on that trap sh*t, them ni**as that jack sh*t
Them ni**as on that Kodak Black sh*t, like fu*k this rap sh*t, they wack sh*t
All that, nam sayin
Pac and all them, nam sayin like
Ain't too many of us
Trust