Taylor King - B.O.F.A. lyrics

[Verse: Lethal] Drop... Like the heartbeat of a hater when they see the boy out here getting paper Y'all still with the talking? I just wanna say that "I made it" before I ever meet the maker Take a shot with the wrong girl, feelings too strong now you can't help but go and chase her It's two sides to everybody, when you getting coins they just keep the friendly face up False love... Man it's so obvious Couldn't make the cut so they tryna copy us And my ego low, that's what the problem is Y'all should be scared the day a n***a get some confidence Damn, every night's so synonymous Only smoke our own sh**, my n***as be the botanists Getting high scheming cause we tired of this bottom sh** Real recognize real, y'all look anonymous So can't recognize, recognize Every bar leaves everybody mesmerized Trying so hard to fight the Devil's lies I'm just hoping I can stay true in the Sheperd's eyes Man, all I ever hear is lies Y'all spazzing every time I drop a pair of lines Know you f**ing with it, flow felt by the paralyzed Told my grandma "I"ma do it!", may she rest in paradise Life and d**h, a paradox in my eyes Crap, we all gotta roll this pair of dice Trap, my n***as' lives being jeopardized Rap, tryna be the king before I die Will I, Will I k** my, k** my Insecurities and get what is mine "What are your plans, up there so high?" Life been kinda low, Lord please send a sign Never seen him, you would think that my faith gone But every night still pray tryna stay strong All these critics, man f** what they want I forgot what justice, R.I.P. to Trayvon Yeah... and to any other life gone sh**... don't let me into my zone With... shots of Henny into my dome It's... my shot I'm in the iso Will I miss? Nah boy hell no Ima be the best cause all my n***as said so They on point with the straps, son, Eric Bledsoe rockin' velcro I don't need your help bro Sure as hell don't want it If you hate me, then why's my name still the topic? Take ya' lady, she down to ride when we calling Name a beat that don't die when I'm on it Go ahead, take as long as you want In the mean time I'll be here dropping bombs Doing anything I can not to disappoint my mom But she don't see potential in her young boy's songs What a shame, man I gotta prove her wrong Acting like you know me, how long my shoes been on? Yeah I ain't think so, moving on Demons in my past, angels help me move along Let the beat build back He said this and she said that No time for rumors, please step back Don't need your thoughts so please retract I don't spit bars dawg, I preach rap I will not stop 'til I see stacks Ima be the best son, I speak facts I will not drop 'til I reach that So! They debating on the kid? (Kid...) Making moves with his clique (Clique...) n***a better make a bid I could murk off any rapper with a damn adlib UH... and you know that's the truth He just go in, genocide in the booth Rap in my aisle and I walk as the groom Once I'm the one I'm gon' chuck up a deuce Hip Hop my baby, I promise no divorce Never will I cheat, give all when I record "He is not playing!" that's all they gon' report Name with the greatest, that's all you gon' see boy Hip Hop religion... my soul ain't sold Leading my people, the new found Pope This EP gon' make you OD, can't cope Put in reverse, dawg that's still DOPE