Текст песни Bomb Mail - Rahdi Boomaye

Bomb mail
Books in large sales
Diamond bright zales
October's own Scale
Mind like well
Wish a nigga would
Harpoon my broad's tail
Vice city
Knife city
Either one prevails
How many miss
How many win
How many finish
I choose to move anyway
Chess piece Smoove
Peace grew in the way

Ok I'm all official
I got no calls
Now my phone a whistle
Bombs missiles
From deep I keep the
Twine Tickled
Hard to miss you
When you ditched the rent
To pay for play shoes
How bout we ditch this ship
And end fr without you
I
Been thinking it's
Grind time
So I wind like wrench do
I been putting in fine time
My mind is in tune
I
Cant change no ways for you
I'm going for gold
They going insane
That ain't the thing to do
Let's get it

Upper side nigga
Royalty my lineage
I need my percentage
I need my percentage
Used to feel I need a Mistress
Quiet if I hit it
I can't put no trust in women less they had my children
No way Jose
That ain't in my englay
Only round the way shawties
Keep a nigga safe
Honor in my lineage
Shooting high percentage
I can show up late and still
Go shining on these niggas

When cap came
Called a nigga bluff
Look at his face
When the facts shame
All that skill was luck
You blew the bucket
Now the Last game
I put up 100 bitch I'm stroking shit
Damn man
Hit you with the stutter
Now you stuck and shit

All that huff and puffin'
Led to nuffin'
Like a flat can
Batman
I get down and scuffle for the black man
I'm black man
Rising to the top
I filled my gas pan
That man
Made it home for supper
With the fam fam