Rod Wave - Boom

Thug Life ain't dead
Niggas just scared and that's how I feel
I'm on the corner 'til the morning, tryna pay them bills
Kicked out my momma house 'cause she smell a nigga aroma
Cheap cologne, two phones, and palm of marijuana
Just young hustler trying to come up in the world
'Cause all the dope boys drive the cars and get the girls
Oh, he a gangster and shooter but back in the day
I jumped out the Buick with the Ruger, made him jump the gate

But it's okay 'cause now I'm on the rap scene
Chasing hella green
I hope my album sale or it's back to selling green
I hope that they ain't selling dreams and I can really get a mansion
Hope I sell out arenas and spend my nights in the Hamptons
Hope that I ain't gotta dye my hair green or lose weight
Hope all the rumors I hear about Hollywood is really fake
Hope by the end of the summer I can meet my nigga Drake
And he explain to a nigga all the care I need to take



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