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Boslen

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boslen
Boslen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corben Nikk Bowen
Corben Nikk Bowen
Songwriter
James Cyr
James Cyr
Songwriter
Sebastien Emeis
Sebastien Emeis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London Cyr
London Cyr
Producer
Saint Wes
Saint Wes
Producer

Lyrics

Word to my mama, I'm after the vision, yeah City's been watching, they know how I'm feeling, yeah I'm keeping it low, but I'm pretty high now, yeah I'm off on the road, I'm off of the vibe now (we up) I've been ándale, no more holidays (keep up) She want all the fame, I won't hesitate (we up) Y'all keep talking shade, keep it off of me (re-up) Came up from the pain, niggas watching me (yeah) No more time, I think I'm losing all control, yeah Back and forth, these shadows keep me on the go, yeah I'm lost in time, mama, show me, what's the way? I think I'm high, but these demons keep me fazed Profit then flip it, my niggas pull up like the troops Yeah, we came from the roots, ayy (we came from the roots) Coffin and crickets, I gotta go get it My nigga, don't get it confused (don't get it confused) Rockets and 'raris, they sayin' young bozzy The nigga who's up for the youth (ayy) Gossip like bitches, y'all gettin' it twisted and bitter, I ain't gonna lose Keeping my killers, I'm with all the sinners through jungles, in times we will move Word to my mama, I'm after the vision (vision), yeah City's been watching, they know how I'm feeling (feeling), yeah I'm keeping it low, but I'm pretty high now, yeah I'm off on the road, I'm off of the vibe now (we up) I've been ándale, no more holidays (keep up) She want all the fame, I won't hesitate (we up) Y'all keep talking shade, keep it off of me (re-up) Came up from the pain, niggas watching me Swear the city needs to see me win before they come and play Y'all been barking up that ghetto tree that echoes down the way Tell that nigga if he crosses me, then that boy better pray Rollin' through the jungles with some keys to drive me out the way First year in it, how did I come out the man? (Let's go) Tell Buk hit that interstate and buckle up a Benz Feel like Ricky fuckin' Bobby way I'm swerving on your land Niggas pillow talk about me, but it never reach my end I gotta go, you hitting licks with a nigga to patek Philippes with a coat Soul for a soul, now that y'all talking about me I'm kicking your ass through a door I'm on a roll, they said that I'm stuck in the valley, my nigga, I'm out in the coast Y'all better know, bozzy be keeping tally of every door they ever closed, yeah
Writer(s): James Cyr, Escalante Sebastian Emeis, Corben Bowen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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