Lyrics Poverty - B$N

It's that flow again, I'm bout to go again
Call me osama cuz I'm bout to blow again
I'm in control and I'm bout to say no again
Cruising they ship us together the boat
I hit a milly I'm bout to go rock
And they hitting the whip so I'm doing the woah again
All of us scoring, resetting our goals again
I been assisting but shit don't know again
Tell me you're serious
I been rapping and trapping for years
I told you I'm back in the field
On sleepless can't rest till Im stacking a mill
I'm bopping I swear ain't no cap in my lyrics
Hard as a nail, ain't talking acrylics
I dropped an EP, and got out of my feelings
I know you mad at me, I just be chilling
I treat all of my niggas like Family
When my bro passed away it's a tragedy
I be reading the clips like a magazine
My judgement opposed it be clouding me
And I dance in a ring like a ballerina
I been balling enrolled in acadamies
When I pull up an blow it's a mazaleen
And my momma I hope that she proud of me
Okay
See a foe, then this choppa I gotta spray
In the roads told my momma you gotta pray
Go home and recharge for another day
It's messy I'm ready to rot away
Leave his head like spaghetti and bolognaise
It's been years since I been on a holiday
Told bae are you on it to runaway
Ain't a pair of shoe out here I gotta lace
I'm focused I hear what my brother say
I'm focused I hear what my brother say
It's Friday tommorow I'm getting paid
We party go home and we celebrate
I'm lifting I'm tryna go elevate
I'm praying, don't know how to meditate
I'm getting my money up anyway
Bought me a home and I'm tryna go renovate
I made a racket, you'd think it's a tennis game
I'm racing you'd think it was F1
How I'm hitting, i move to the next one
Im picking, and stick with the best one
I'm distant, I don't show affection
Got a pole but this ain't an election
Got a hoe and she pay for attention
Take her home and take it a test run
I was broke
Look, Iron on I can't fold
Iron on, Ima smoke his friends
In the O2, he gasping for oxygen
If we miss him, tommorow we go again
Im the richest, can't borrow, don't owe my friends
Thank god for blessing me, grew up finessing
For money I'll go hit the road again
Back to the trapping, I grew up on dog food
I went right I never had wronged you
And my biggest song is a pop tune
And my nigga works in a stockroom
If you dissing the dead then it's fuck you
If we talk about flowing I'm top two
You can still catch a blur with a song two
To be honestly
One in a million, I'm really anomaly
You met me once, hope you never forgotten me
I got the ticket, I just hit the lottery
Girl you so bomb, and I'm stucken atomically
I used to sleep on the mattress uncomfortably
Could not even afford an economy
Struggled with rent, we didn't have our own property
Crazy we made it, I still miss the poverty