C.i.D (Rap) - Boom lyrics

[Intro: Jareem] Yeah yeah, comin' live from the dungeons of rap Where fake n***as don't make it back [Verse 1: Jareem] Are you intuned with this message Brought to you by a dreamer, preaching to these adolecents I ain't tryna preach morals, I ain't tryna sound right Cause no one should have a say how you f**in' live your life Me I'm just chillin', my n***a, I'm just chillin' Be a villain for the million, and disreguard the feelin's Cause now a days, Twitter the only thing that listens Somethings always missin', diamonds only thing that glisten Like, you ain't look into my eyes, and see the vision Of what my mind envisioned sh**tin' on your television Peep the mindset Is your mind set? Ready to start, and rip apart the heart I ain't aimin' for the charts Tryna tap into your soul The thing that make you whole Holy Jesus in that mind, tryna mine the gold Your mind's full of greed, lungs full of weed Consumed by the needs, my n***a this is what you need n***a, please, 'fore you make this trigger squeeze Spray my clip like it's Febreze, and turn your a** into debris I think it's deeper than rap I think it's deeper than that But if you dig 6 feet, you'll find people who rap Can you feel that? [Hook: C.i.D] Realism, we find in soul You live life until your royalty bathing in gold Diamonds and clothes, and then you'll really be drowning in hoes I swear to God im'a make it, I know im'a blow Like boom, I know we'll make it Like boom, ours for the taking Like boom, greatness is given This real life what we spittin Like boom, save all the hostiles, 'til our house is collosal This finna change the rap game, 'til RedPrint is a fossil [Verse 2: C.i.D] A modern day Pica**o, a master with d**hly hollows And if I play my cards right, maybe these girls will follow We blast off in Apollo, like there was no tomorrow I'm the main reason your girl friend is livin' in sorrow But back to the topic, like Mary we get it Poppin' Barely often we see a co*ky dude livin' life in his father's shoes But when I'm rappin the tiger is loose What you gone do? Icy with the rhymes, like Yeezy I need some Theraflu Catch me on Satin Avenue, smokin' reefer We reckless and with an attitude With mad honeys, we take 'em to another altitude Straight out the jungle, these monkey see what monkey do And that ain't cool To all you Tampa rappers, I see ya Enough to fit in Ikea But just know i'm 'bout to take ya spot It's a little cold, but no fever I pull money like Visa You old-fashion like Beepers Just to name someone who was dead broke, I'll call you and the grim reaper But this rap game is for y'all No hesitation when I say I ball All these people never give me no call But now they comin' back like Arsenio Hall So, now are we tight? f** y'all I'ma live my life, while i'm sippin' Sprite And my money's tight, but don't know whether to go left or right (right) So I do this every night, always pa**ion when I write Just turn darkness into light Two kings came up from knights It's C.i.D and Young Dreams Immaculate with the team They trippin' off on some d** And shootin' up all these fiends heh