Lyrics Boardwalk - Nibo

The sun beaming the lights streaming the faces gleaming
Giving us a reason to be iced and beat the heat and
Giving 'em a reason why my team is undefeated
Say "you got it dude" like my name is Jodie Sweetin
You can't walk the walk your more talk
Got magic like warlocks
See us at the boardwalk
We making our small talk
We dressed like big boss
We rich like Rick Ross
The water we drinking Voss, and
Y'all motherfuckers Dasani, all you
Saying is sorry
Monopoly I'm the Blues, you're the Browns I call you Kwame I've been
Head of my team, call the shots like Sirianni
I made Maroon Monsoon, now I'm giving you the tsunami
Talk shit behind my back
I'm right here like I'm Johnny
I'm making you shoot yourself in the foot like kamikaze
Nobody here can stop me
In the center I'm first team, on the mound I'm Kyle Bade bitch

Hear the whistling of the birds, see the glistening of the pearls
See the blissfulness of the world
My rhythm is metabolic, my lyrics feeling atomic
And all my guys wear stripes cause they always did me a solid
I'm scoring as much as Haaland like strikers I'm at the top
Vanilla Cologne second attempt at hip hop
I'm rapping like non stop, on the grind I'm never stopping
I worked so damn hard that my songs are never flopping playa

Break it down for the people who always slacking
I'm staying top of my game and y'all fuckers won't catch me lacking
Y'all bitches won't catch me napping
Make fun of me cause I'm black
I'm wasting all of my time when these bitches don't text me back
I'm going, back-to-back
Like Jack Black on the blackjack table
In all black jackets as a jacked out black
They talk smack, I'm saying you on crack, and
I'll let you kiss my ass when I'm stacking up my racks bitch

The boardwalk is where motherfuckers will care about me
Ask about me find out that nothing would be the same without me
Lousy on this beat is what none of these fuckers say about me
Finally got a ring for my city like I was Kyle Lowry
Sweet 'n' Soury
Find the sources of my delivery
I'm lyrically gifted, dropping bombs like I'm an infantry
I'm spiritually significant, my glowing up is imminent
My rhymes feel like I'm going to war, cause I got infinite

Throw it back to where we started
I'm staying in love with music I'll never be broken hearted
My lyrics dearly departed, my music can't be outsmarted
They calling me Quentin Nelson my enemies what I'm guarding
They calling me Zack Martin I'm never holding the track
I'm blocking all of my doubters so dominant like I'm Shaq
Released my second album I'm guessing I got a knack
The best in both years back-to-back like Steve Nash

This is finality
Display a personality so all of y'all can hear originality
They say I spit like Ye and my flow is like The Creator
My lyrics filled with Wayne because he was the innovator
Well fuck that there's only one man that's on the track
His name N-I-B-O its synonymous with rap
Hip hop this isn't trap, made hits and spitting facts
This album is like a Spotify playlist cause it's a wrap

Ay hold it down, hold it down
The drums about to go crazy
Right here, right here, right here
Shit man, that's Vanilla Cologne
I appreciate every single one of y'all
I hope you've enjoyed my music
Because I know damn well I have
Uh I love each and every single one of y'all
But real quick I wanna shoutout my guy Ian Kinsler
Because there's no way you guys could ever believe
That I would go a whole album without saying his name
Thank you to everybody
Good night, and I love y'all