BOAST UP Lyrics

Slam! moving into my grave all by the second

When I die I'll be the first to put flames up into Heaven

In the sky only smoking on hating entire sessions

Getting high only thing that been taking in my depression

"Jesus Christ, tell me who is that man there with those people?"

"Oh yea right he been making them raps his name is pico"

"In the night, he stay posted and bagging, his life a regal"

Living spice, I've been broken and crashing since I was Chico

Getting right, I've been better than ever I was before

Living tight, with the homies we infinitely a home

Giving pipe, only thing that I'm giving out to these hoes

I'm the hype, even if I got zero people at shows

Piecing, making these bitches know that I'm beasted

Cooking up, they know when I'm finished they will be feasting

Dragon on my wrist with this fire im always breathing

Making an empire off strictly of my own thesis

Coastin'

Rolling these papers I'm getting toasted

Here to pick it up bout the time that we get to boasting

Lyric like a laser my product will cause explosion

Picking up the paper I'm copping all of the motion

I don't need a sensor I'm sixth sense with pressure

Got a bigger bag I'm just waiting to get a lever

Pack a punch a gat now my stick scents the weather

Hunter for the cash blood pigments on leather

Kicking all the foes while I'm flying in

Trouble in the air I can sense it no hiding it

Pull up getting glares that's the shit that's exciting me

Walking in impaired got no problem just sliding in

I'm getting back hoe

I be throwing back(yard) shows

Plotting all my armor I'm getting a chateau

I don't got dishonor I'm living an honorable

Ain't no stopping now cause I'm getting up on a roll

Kicking all the foes while I'm flying in

Trouble in the air I can sense it no hiding it

Pull up getting glares that's the shit that's exciting me

Walking in impaired got no problem just sliding in

I don't need a sensor I'm sixth sense with pressure

Got a bigger bag I'm just waiting to get a lever

Pack a punch a gat now my stick scents the weather

Hunter for the cash blood pigments on leather

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