Too Boosie

[Intro]

I been thinking like

The Hip-Hop community and like you know the BET awards and all that like

They should appreciate like all the real ones and like set a Grammys up for the real ones like

How you forget about Boosie, how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim

Shit, how you forget about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies

Forget the niggas who died and niggas got murked, forget about Turk

[Chorus]

I pistol-whipped a nigga for forty minutes straight too Boosie

I sent a few hits on niggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie

I rocked a fade too Boosie

Sipped purplе drink too Boosie

How they forget B.G., forgеt about me, forget about you Boosie

[Verse 1]

C Murda, They need to set the sniper free

He was still calling me with rumors, I'm beefin' with Master P

And that's his brother, he peeped that I'm a real one

What about the niggas tryna hit a lick and tryna kill some

We need a Grammy for the thugs, cause we don't get no love

When we sacrifice our life and having shootouts by the club

[?] and [?], the niggas in the pen

And rapper that fell short cause they ain't get a chance to live

Yeah, for Cassidy and [?], altercations and bullets ringing, that lil' nigga C'd up

The project babies gang banging, hanging and pistol slanging

Pastor Troy [?] killing and stealing just to make it

[Chorus]

I pistol-whipped a nigga for forty minutes straight too Boosie

I sent a few hits on niggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie

I rocked a fade too Boosie

Sipped purple drink too Boosie

How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie

[Verse 2]

They need a Grammy for Pop Hen and Bobo and Hell Rell

We at the bottom of the map, Miami and Lauderdale

Pompanoya and niggas on the corner

And Lil Snupe, Taxstone, and Cassanova

For the OG's who raised me, I was already, at 14, sippin' codeine

R.I.P. Pop Smoke and MO3

The niggas underground local wishing to sign a deal for a million

It's either that or penitentiary

What about the niggas out here water whippin' to pay their studio session and all that sweatin' in the kitchen

The niggas rapping what they living, Bobby Shmurda, niggas gonna pull a murder

Them niggas who ain't with the dissing

[Chorus]

I pistol-whipped a nigga for forty minutes straight too Boosie

I sent a few hits on niggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie

I rocked a fade too Boosie

Sipped purple drink too Boosie

How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie

[Outro]

Yeah, need an award for the boys on that trap shit, them niggas that jack shit

Them niggas on that Kodak Black shit, like fuck this rap shit, they wack shit

All that, nam sayin

Pac and all them, nam sayin like

Ain't too many of us

Trust