Boscotti Ashes Lyrics

My heart been troubled since they laid my auntie in Virginia

Dressing for a casket hurt my mama, I remember

Ketchup, chicken dinners, bread and cheese in the microwave

Sneaking uncle's closet, find the playboy, then I rip the page

My mother grabbed a switch and pleed the leaves when we misbehaved

My sister early morning whipping chicken with the grits and eggs

My nephew with a pocket rocket, riding on a bike with pegs

These bullets, cut your suit and set you straight

We ain't playing spades

Every time I ash I lift a soul in the sky

Know my angels in the heavens be wondering why

I got way too many demons, I be fighting inside

Know some niggas want me dead but they can't take me alive

My daughter drive me crazy every time that she cries

And any nigga thinking hurting, hope they ready to die

See the blood in my eyes from the bumbo and the gumbo

Long nose on the pump, leave him floating like he dumbo

Rocket at your nugget, finger waving like Mutombo

Watch the way you talk, I can hear it when you mumble

My plug out when Cali had a line on some crumble

I gave it to a fiend, he took a hit and then he stumbled

I can never fumble, caught the pack every time

Met poppy at the dock, fish rail every line

This is no cap nigga, we can fill every line

All this weight on my back, I gold plated in my spine

I told my chick to stack it up, the case another pandemic

We live and learn through our losses, we can never re-mimic

Know some niggas see me flossing, wonder how did I did it

I'm a different type of drip, I'm something really authentic

Niggas talking crooked, 30 open up like a dentist

Five perks when I pop a buck, 50 I'm spinning

My craft is different like Pinterest, I need half the percentage

I had to double my interest to manifest all my riches yeh

Niggas lost on the road and being blindsided

Diamonds platinum and gold, you know we shine right

Got them shocked whip lash from the headlight

Never stopping on go, fuck a red light

Ya nigga bread light these bullet bake and rise like yeast

You the fed type making statements to police

We up every night mask on flippin' sheets

Free the gang up out the you know, you know we gon' always eat

Y'all niggas talk be cheap, I ran it up, I got receipts

My niggas knocking at your head, we ain't playing beats

On a point in the field like we wearing cleats

Joe Montana with the pack, the way we throw from deep

Box put behind the back, you know it's hide and seek

Different spot, different box, they ain't catching me

Prada, Louis and Dior with Giuseppe feet

I've been up chasing more, these niggas stayed asleep