Boardwalk Lyrics

The sun beaming the lights streaming the faces gleaming

Giving us a reason to be iced and beat the heat and

Giving 'em a reason why my team is undefeated

Say "you got it dude" like my name is Jodie Sweetin

You can't walk the walk your more talk

Got magic like warlocks

See us at the boardwalk

We making our small talk

We dressed like big boss

We rich like Rick Ross

The water we drinking Voss, and

Y'all motherfuckers Dasani, all you

Saying is sorry

Monopoly I'm the Blues, you're the Browns I call you Kwame I've been

Head of my team, call the shots like Sirianni

I made Maroon Monsoon, now I'm giving you the tsunami

Talk shit behind my back

I'm right here like I'm Johnny

I'm making you shoot yourself in the foot like kamikaze

Nobody here can stop me

In the center I'm first team, on the mound I'm Kyle Bade bitch

Hear the whistling of the birds, see the glistening of the pearls

See the blissfulness of the world

My rhythm is metabolic, my lyrics feeling atomic

And all my guys wear stripes cause they always did me a solid

I'm scoring as much as Haaland like strikers I'm at the top

Vanilla Cologne second attempt at hip hop

I'm rapping like non stop, on the grind I'm never stopping

I worked so damn hard that my songs are never flopping playa

Break it down for the people who always slacking

I'm staying top of my game and y'all fuckers won't catch me lacking

Y'all bitches won't catch me napping

Make fun of me cause I'm black

I'm wasting all of my time when these bitches don't text me back

I'm going, back-to-back

Like Jack Black on the blackjack table

In all black jackets as a jacked out black

They talk smack, I'm saying you on crack, and

I'll let you kiss my ass when I'm stacking up my racks bitch

The boardwalk is where motherfuckers will care about me

Ask about me find out that nothing would be the same without me

Lousy on this beat is what none of these fuckers say about me

Finally got a ring for my city like I was Kyle Lowry

Sweet 'n' Soury

Find the sources of my delivery

I'm lyrically gifted, dropping bombs like I'm an infantry

I'm spiritually significant, my glowing up is imminent

My rhymes feel like I'm going to war, cause I got infinite

Throw it back to where we started

I'm staying in love with music I'll never be broken hearted

My lyrics dearly departed, my music can't be outsmarted

They calling me Quentin Nelson my enemies what I'm guarding

They calling me Zack Martin I'm never holding the track

I'm blocking all of my doubters so dominant like I'm Shaq

Released my second album I'm guessing I got a knack

The best in both years back-to-back like Steve Nash

This is finality

Display a personality so all of y'all can hear originality

They say I spit like Ye and my flow is like The Creator

My lyrics filled with Wayne because he was the innovator

Well fuck that there's only one man that's on the track

His name N-I-B-O its synonymous with rap

Hip hop this isn't trap, made hits and spitting facts

This album is like a Spotify playlist cause it's a wrap

Ay hold it down, hold it down

The drums about to go crazy

Right here, right here, right here

Shit man, that's Vanilla Cologne

I appreciate every single one of y'all

I hope you've enjoyed my music

Because I know damn well I have

Uh I love each and every single one of y'all

But real quick I wanna shoutout my guy Ian Kinsler

Because there's no way you guys could ever believe

That I would go a whole album without saying his name

Thank you to everybody

Good night, and I love y'all