Tekst piosenki
Intro
Damn son….
I got up mad late
Oh Yo My phones getting blowin up like crazy
Oh they trying to skate, I forgot
Yo son, I’ll be there in like 15mins
Word….
Oh wait, Ayo ma where my shoes at man!?
Word, word, word, these birds be chirping like boost, Where you at?!
I’m up the block fat cat
Trying to catch the B103, go to Flatbush cop me some golden crust patties
Gots to get me spicy beef with the kola champagne
Tell’em SB got the munichies
„Oh you copped that Sour d?”
Nah b, I’m just hungry
These streets gotta nigga feelin weak, dried clean, but it ain’t nothing I can’t over see you feel me?
Everydays a battle
No Middle East but outchea it gets gully, so I put the chill jams out to keep the peace
You cocky niggas be lookin funny, acting flossly, getting bossy, swear he trumping out in Cali
Fuck’em though he’s a chump with no bucks
He got a trashy ho to suck his dick for 50 bucks
Bitch nigga you stuck.
Stop bull shitting before you get snuffed!
Can’t you tell by the flow I’ve already left you in the dust?
So whaddup?!
Oh nothing son, I was just testing you to see if you got the guts to spit real stuff.
So I keep the board under my feet just my luck to catch the bus before it leaves
Didn’t wanna wait for the B6 nigga please
I already told the homies I’ll be the shortly „no hurry”, but in my message I said „I’ll be there in 15”; and damn it’s already been 13
They are gonna crack on me cause I’m late when it comes to anything
Well maybe it’s the Jamaican in me?
But see now, I’m just looking for something to take the blame off me, and put it on something that can get me out of a jiffy
But finally I meet up with the homies
Cop my patties, and we dipping out to the city
And yea son we mobbin deep!
So I skate till my legs fall from under me
That’s just the lifestyle I’m living babe
Skating till there’s nothing left in me thats greatest feeling of success when your skating dunny
Word is Bond B!!
This that boom bap rap
Ya’ll kats be spittin trash
Son this that real rap
Fuck where you trappin at.(4x)
Word!
Yo shoutout to all the homies out there!
My brother Chris
My brother Sid
My nigga Scotto, Tokes
Chief SO, SOmong what’s poppin?!
All my homies at boynton skate park
All my homies back in Brooklyn
Ya’ll know what’s good!
It’s SB son!
I got that wave going! HA!
You already know what’s good
Fuck them fuck boys who ain’t fuckin with my shit on some real shit
I said fuck three times, that’s OD but it is what it is
Hahahaha word!
What’s poppin with everyone who’s been messin with my music man?!
That means a lot, because of you guys that’s the reason why I’m spittin
You know what I mean?
That’s some real shit
Good looks!
Keep it gully.
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