Prodi - Boombox (feat. Troy Ave & Sole) lyrics

[Chorus: Female] This is old School Like a boom box Sample that pete rock This is old school Like a boom box Real life no boondocks This is old School Like a boom box Sample that pete rock This is old school Like a boom box Real life no boondocks [Verse 1: Justin Hibbert [i] Ya Color cut clarity Shipping diamonds back to Sierra Leone for charity Blood on my wrist Friday the 13th Get with the program Checks are cut on the 1st and the 15th See you at the crossroads My harmony got me a crazy bone Smoked some weed now you acting old My percentage is cheddar and wine 808's to 909 k**ing these freshman Columbine This is torture Rip it off the hanger Stick it in your a** Like ssssss Thats a Method reference for you strangers To Wu-Tang Anime and Afros This my paradise Coolio Topless hoe in a studio Howard Stern Turn on the Radio Egyptian miss, Cleopatra Silverman, Sarah How could i be scared of you When you scared of your mirror [Chorus: Female] This is old School Like a boom box Sample that pete rock This is old school Like a boom box Real life no boondocks This is old School Like a boom box Sample that pete rock This is old school Like a boom box Real life no boondocks [Bridge: Female] Everybodys says they're so new And i know it ain't true I heard a million like you It's better when they keep it old school [Verse 2: Sole] My boombox Still plays fear of a black planet Until we really live on a black planet Baptist madness Cause thats a fact Cause my bi know gonna bankrupt us You ain't real Till you use your trust funds to buy blankets For folks sleeping on the street Cause uncle sam f**ed us Interacting with your brands I mean bands I mean the world is out of hand Spinning through space Till the only thing keeping your alive is The desire for a selfie We lived the lie Not saying no real mc's got day jobs They say real mc's punch up their girlfriends Real mc's are in a ma** grave And they don't fall off to debt before their 2nd release Thats the way of the world Disposable youth Thats why its 187 on everything we love Motherf**ers Or should i say f**er of the youth Naw, f** you My boombox don't play It strikes And it's still on strike [Chorus: Female] This is old School Like a boom box Sample that pete rock This is old school Like a boom box Real life no boondocks This is old School Like a boom box Sample that pete rock This is old school Like a boom box Real life no boondocks [Verse 3: Troy Ave] Count 100k in my tube socks I move more base than a boombox Box for the stash in the box porsche When i say HP i don't mean horse Harry got the power Cause i got the powder Fish scale sow Seafood towel Eating clams with my plug Paid the bills And i was handed the d** (gracia's) Bueno's notches A good day coming through for the hopeless Break coming through That don't mean that they smoke less Jay got a coup Imma get it wit progress Re coup in the projects Picking up weight like a Bo-Flex My body built for this I'm grinding with now no s** Money over b**hes Get the b**hes With more Checks Motherf**ers