The Game - Ali Boma Ye lyrics

[Verse 1] From Dekalb County, to Cobb County, from College Park to Riverdale Been in the same spot since the Mid 90's, born on the block, and still there Haha but I moved once in KCMO where I lived where Anybody risk their life if they walked a block kids chopped and k**ed there My best friends all walked different paths in the past just to get them ends Did them sins, but I can't even judge em cause out in the public gotta get defense From rock bottom to Hilltop, to Montgall 45th block From ACE high I was laced high ready for warfare if I get shot Now back to the A, where after a day Meet a girl that'll burn and cat with a K My fear died when I had the gat to my face And my friends ran back to the track meet and stayed But hey that's my generation, 90s baby I'm proud of that I looked at the barrel with a smile on said "it's whatever I'll be back" My life would've ended, like a stupid typical n***a Not even from vengeance just to get back at my friends and I stood fearless, my generation has raised me Desensitized and complacent with living as simply basic The childrens became the victims the parents became the brainless The teenagers are fickle the 80's becoming ancient I didn't get sad from hearing of newtown k**ing of baby's I didn't cry when my friend went and k**ed himself and his lady In front of his children, I was bout there age when we were rapping Mom told me bout sandy hooks I responded it happens Can't be too forgiving Or remorseful lost life has become normal [Verse 2] Tape deck with a Play Rec I overwrite your EP With these overnight celebs, my grind been over flight its CP And that's over life, or a way of it Hold the mic, made a plate of it Dolemite with a Stolen mic Made of gold I'm like Rudy Rays cousin Frame em quickly, like grandma frame a picture from Christmas Never let him out of sight, he's witness And gotta stick of dynamite this business Too big of voice too many Listen wouldn't wanna n***a to make a difference That's why every one who was moving millions seems to die right before they finish Power is estimated too low like they excavated Pseudo story of rappers, so I'm pluto if my escapade is too low Get it? I'm greatest who knows Mid 90's baby I'm howling at That call me crazy but out in days I got my label that's that louder pack But I'm not a rapper bro my laughter shows I'ma hell of an actor though With my hands on these rappers throat, And a pen of that antidote Evacuation the buildings vent vaccination to k** em Or affirmation I'm willing to trash all the brains of children Chao pack of million, with the tracks so real you can feel it And hooks resemble Ali we confident when we k** em Narcissist they ego say yolo is what the motto is But I can live twice in one life I'm Sean Connery And I can give monopoly competition when product is missing That's economics my reputation beside a biz Rise like a mesopotamian or Mariah's kid Make songs my rise makes you question who raps messiah is Violins mixing in with violence and sirens The irony is I can be the meanest or nicest kid The silence can be something with meaning or sibilant Or it can be me vibing on lyrics I haven't written yet I view a couple living vets who sold their soul to get a check And now their check is gone and in the game they'll never get respect Been in the middle of a war, city of the morgue Kids selling MJ stealing from the store Shells on the playground skin feel em more Jumped in till the end been since he was four That's me in the matrix, 90's babies the honoree Chao Bomaye Ali k** em all, I'm on in 3-3-3 2-2 1 Sick tracks I'm startling delicate rapper targeting With six straps of hard and see Excrement slaps the floor while they flinch back and tottering That's the difference between the prey and the wolf who gobbles them