Keep It Boomin

[Hook]

Ain't no way I could be losing when I'm winning

Losing when I'm winning

Glass house, never ever tinted, let them see me in it

Celebrate the grind and the vision, Lord we independent

Country nigga made them pay attention, we ain't even finished

Gotta keep it boomin'

Gotta keep it boomin'

Lord  keep it boomin'

Gotta keep it boomin' for you one time, multi 'till the sun die

[Verse 1]

Woke up out my dream, me and my life's supreme

Fuck you mean?

Went from rags to riches on the scene, now they call me king

Father saw my crib like, this the wildest shit he'd seen

Living proof that God got a plan if I don't intervene

Old school cleaner than a bitch put it on some heels

Round table eating with my team, let me catch the bill

Touching down

Fuck you niggas out here always hating

If I listen to your barking, I might never get this paper

Kept it playa from the rooter to the tooter to the tomb

I been on it since Ms. Rhonda went and pushed me out the womb

Hallelujah! Ain't no losing when your winning on the court

I supplied my own demand, ain't no way I come up short

[Hook]

Ain't no way I could be losing when I'm winning

Losing when I'm winning

Glass house, never ever tinted, let them see me in it

Celebrate the grind and the vision, Lord we independent

Country nigga made them pay attention, we ain't even finished

Gotta keep it boomin'

Gotta keep it boomin'

Lord  keep it boomin'

Gotta keep it boomin' for you one time, multi 'till the sun die

[Verse 2]

Hoped up out my whip with the candy drip

April showers when they lay me down

Underground, I won't smell the flowers

So I'm only up early morning putting plans in motion

I can't let this go to waste, nigga out here been losing focus

Chasing after hoes and acceptance from the non-believers

How the fuck you judge the South if you never ever seen it?

That's just on the real, fuck you if you think its cotton fields

Nigga we out here buyin cribs bigger than the buildings that you in

Put that on my grill, that's just how I feel

Blow a check, looking like I'm King Tut

All this gold around my neck

Lord, Hallelujah! For the shine I was given

All the hate I don't mind

I'll recline cause I'm winning

[Hook]

Ain't no way I could be losing when I'm winning

Losing when I'm winning

Glass house, never ever tinted, let them see me in it

Celebrate the grind and the vision, Lord we independent

Country nigga made them pay attention, we ain't even finished

Gotta keep it boomin'

Gotta keep it boomin'

Lord  keep it boomin'

Gotta keep it boomin' for you one time, multi 'till the sun die

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah

I'm talking, like, sonic booming, like Jackson State. You know what I'm saying, like, a trunk of the old school whip. Driving by your grandmomma house trying not to wake her up, but you keep hitting donuts cause you ain't got nowhere to go kind of 808 sub booming system. The interior fucked up, but you really don't care at all. Nah, your playa-potnas wanna ride with you, but they don't give you no gas money kind of booming. I'm talking about '99. SLAB vogues, get you an adapter. You don't really want your rims to scrub and all, but that just how it be. Sub on. (echoes)