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tiny boost - bare face lyrics

[verse 1]
them n_ggas know we did it, we coulda done it bare face
for a price, have them n_ggas waiting on your staircase
i can’t fit the ting up in these slims, might just have to wear straights
real neighbourhood hero but we never wear capes
i got n_ggas in the spliff, that’s why it’s got a weird taste
i don’t listen to them bloggers, fam, they got some weird takes
young boost, tiny boost, where i’m from, we share names
they let goofys turn gangster over there, that’s their way
we stand on business and we handle issues
peckham boy but my bricky n_gga brang the pistol
you got opps then why you banging on them man that’s with you?
they still see me in the ends, i still am official
ain’t no playing with my name
don’t ask me ’bout them n_ggas i ain’t with, sh_t ain’t the same
gotta act like n_ggas never told, d_mn, this sh_t a shame
i put on for all my bros that claim the sh_t i claim
before you bang, point that sh_t and aim
i tell billy all my secrets, he gon’ keep ’em safe
throw my p’s up and i keep ’em straight
my brudda jungle in that jam, i told him, “keep the faith”
you ain’t did it masked up, you ain’t did it broad day
snap was sliding with the mac, i saw that in 4k
i watched nuttie smack a n_gga then i seen his jaw break
i be praying with the akhs, keep the pork on your plate
i was sliding all night, that’s why i got indoors late
[verse 2]
_ mashed a works and came back with two attempts on him
i thought he was a good yute, i guess this life was meant for him
danger on the field, why you think them n_ggas bench warming?
wipe it down like boosie just in case my prints on it
baddie think i’m tricking, said she want a pair of rick owens
ain’t tryna wake the kids, i’m in her crib tiptoeing
“tiny boost is hard you know”, that’s all i’ve been going
they’re scared of me so they act like they ain’t been knowing
i’m outside without a shiesty on
tell them kids, “nah, this ain’t the type of life you want”
married to the streets, this ain’t the type of wife you want
they gave my brudda thirty years so he can right his wrongs
he rock a rollie in his cell, you know what time he on
i’ll go down as a legend by the time i’m gone
the way they rap cap, they must forgot the mic was on
we make them get_backs bl__dy like the shiesty song
they say i need a girl type of song
but i don’t think about these hoes, i’m just piping ’em
she wan’ me stab it like my boxers got a knife in ’em
i cook the work in the same pot the rice was in
get the special and we fry him on a china ting
i’ve done it hopping outta cars, i’ve done it cycling
i’ll have ’em jumping out their jordan’s on a michael ting
you know what side i’m with

- tiny boost

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