Boogie Ice Cream Paint Job Freestyle

Woah, woah

I see you tripping off that faith that still ain’t found you

Hatred that surround you, shit

Don’t even sound cool

That bass, that ain’t been sound proof

Proof, you niggas poop and I be damned if it stress me

I hate it when I’m in my bag and then a bitch want to text me

Shit I’m so easily distracted yes it’s habit

I got my little check and spent a thousand on my mattress

Give a damn who still sleeping

I drop my tape in and niggas still reaching

They hate it when I sub

I give a damn I’m still teaching

I been side stepping

Mind stretching, vibe catching

For the right essence

I swear this shit is quite precious

I see y’all gassed up like we ain’t puffin the same

And I don’t think that y’all can fuck with my strain

Or fuck with my pain

I’m breaking it down, I put it in paper

[?]

Thirst 48 that’s coming sooner than later

I swear, these local niggas got me watching

Can’t get booked at South By yet they thinking that they popping

Let me get back to the flow

Like let me get back to the flow

Talk about your girl she getting F’d up on the low

Spell that shit backwards you a wolf and niggas know

All that coulda shoulda woulda coulda shit has got to go

I’m saying like, like

When will you niggas learn

When you praying to evolve certain bridges gotta burn

I’m out

Woah, woah

Shout out to Pigeons & Planes man we out here

Boogie First Evergreen

Life, damn, picture this shit, my mom in the middle of shit (Ooooooh)

And she sick of this shit, her son on some ignorant shit (Ooooooh)

What you think she gon’ do? She gon’ send him to church

(She gon’ send him to church)

In the city of Compton, that shit ain’t gonna help in the midst of a turf, uh damn

And now I’m in the choir and I’m hallelujahin’ (hallelujahin’)

Then I go outside and hear niggas piruin’ (niggas piruin’)

That my cousin Cam, yeah, that nigga a kid too

He get dissed, I get dissed too

I might as well bang that shit too

Stuck in a circle, well at least I’m no square though

Thought that shit was for weirdos

Yes, I ain’t a nigga that care though (I don’t give no fucks)

How we seein’ no evil but we hearin’ these sirens?

How we thinkin’ we grounded when all of my niggas is pilots?

(What the fuck, pilots?)

Cause this is plain ol’ bullshit

The same old pastor in the same old pulpit (Lord forgive me)

Prayin’ to God for all the niggas I’ve lost (Niggas I’ve lost)

From the streets that I cross, you think I’m gon’ pull out a cross

When them niggas gangbangin’

I ain’t in this shit but I’m still in this shit

Them niggas gangbangin’

Don’t get the shit but I’m still with the shit

Everybody gangbang cause them niggas ain’t changin’

Give a fuck if you ain’t bangin’ cause them niggas gangbangin’

What’s up with the shit, I’m still on my thuggin’ and shit

(Ooooooh)

Like I’m stuck in this shit, I can’t get enough of this shit

(Ooooooh)

In the cut with the wine, back when niggas was mobbin’

Was up in the Hoovers with no Bobby Johnson

And niggas got lost in the city of Compton (Compton)

Damn, that’s probably the city where niggas was found at (Niggas was found at)

I’m up in the beach where some niggas had drowned at

(Aye shout out to Long Beach)

You was thinkin’ you real until niggas would shoot (until niggas would shoot)

Why we thinkin’ it was healthy when all of this shit was pollution?

(What the fuck is pollution?)

Damn, talkin’ dirty done got niggas aired out

Thought that shit was the weird route

No, that ain’t no shit that I care ’bout (I don’t give no fucks)

You hear ’bout them niggas who do all that side talk (do all that side talk)

Like they out in the street till the day they get slumped on that side walk

It ain’t my fault ’bout how my mind’s lost

Shit, lives lost from all these lines crossed, uh

I’m prayin’ to God for niggas that’s feenin’ the title (that’s feenin’ the title)

From the streets that I walk, you think I’m gon’ pull out a bible

When them niggas gangbangin’

I ain’t in this shit but I’m still in this shit

Them niggas gangbangin’

Don’t get the shit but I’m still with the shit

Everybody gangbang cause them niggas ain’t changin’

Give a fuck if you ain’t bangin’ cause them niggas gangbangin’

Boogie Hypocrite Freestyle

My son is not the youngest, he is the oldest. Of his siblings. He is 15 years old, he has to watch this and this is put all over the outlets

They ain’t never gone respect me

I know they never gone protect me

Damn, and I’m just hoping they arrest me

That’s better than getting shot and forgot about the next week

Ain’t try’na be no hashtag

See they keep opening these wounds and then they tell us to get past that

I think I finally got it clear, I gotta get rid of my fears

If we gone shed the first tear we better get the last laugh

Flashback to the guns up in my face

It’s crazy that we still running cause our race

They love that we so blind that they tell us to go in silence

Tell us be open minded to another closed case

Slow paced, but I tripped on my own conscience

Damn man, I’m dealing with my own problems

I walking ’round like I’m this great dad, what my friends don’t know is my kid just said Bompton

I hope I caught it quick enough to stop it

I swear I gotta show him change through this nonsense

The shit that really got me hot is how you niggas make these songs about killers just for profit

Stop it, I don’t even want to get asked ’bout it

It’s hard enough for me to rap ’bout it

Without me thinking I’m a hypocrite, I should be out here in this shit

Not trying to make a track ’bout it

Mmm, woah, that’s why I feel like I ain’t shit

It’s good cops and bad cops

The bad cops, the good cops don’t ever really say shit

Same shit man

Oh man

That’s why I feel like I ain’t shit

It’s good cops and bad cops

The bad cops, the good cops don’t ever really say shit

Same shit man

Boogie Overstate Interlude

You’re describing your personality, I want to know, who you are

I’m humble, I’m cocky, I think that I’m Godly

I know when I’m sinning, you never gon’ stop me

I know when I’m finished, I’m losing my pivot

I’m never gon’ travel, deep and I’m shallow

I’m always so nervous, I never get rattled

I, I’m deep in this banging, I’m deeper than banging

I got it together, I need some arranging

I’m bitter, I’m battered, I shiver, I’m shattered

Swear that you with me, I know you gon’ scatter

I know my worth, I don’t think that I matter

Crazy, I’m lazy, I’m focused, detached but I’m open

I think ahead, now I’m caught in the moment… (woah)

I’m saying I’m patient, now I’m making it urgent

I mess up on words, I think that I’m perfect

Far from it though

The verdict is, I don’t know what I’m doing

How I’m building all this mess that I ruin

I damn near lose my mind off the mess that I be viewing

Like the same nails I screwing be the same ones I loosen

And that mess crazy

If the Lords put his plans in a paper bag

Put it all on the land that he made me at

I think I need to save myself from me

If the Lords put his plans in a paper bag

Put it all on the land that he made me at

You don’t think none of the girls in the class is cute?

No!

Why not?

Cause I’m too young

Boogie Bitter Raps

Yo it’s a thin line between opinions and bitterness my nigga

Choose wisely, ayo this thirsty shit could be a real deadly thing bruh

Don’t be the next victim of thirst 48

Unless it’s too late, I think it is

Man I’m a witness

I hate when niggas get to flexing just to show off for some bitches

But still ain’t got none, you smoke ’em out just for the kisses

Always asking for a shotgun

You need to kill that

I know I always say I’m numb so you should know that we don’t feel that

No we don’t feel that but we ain’t on the same thing

No we ain’t on the same thing, so what you saying?

I hate when niggas get grown up and outta nowehere get to bangin’

Like where you hanging?

I wonder if them niggas know you at the place that you be claiming (prolly not)

Or you just acting

And most of you niggas is my sons shit I should claim you on my taxes

It’s more than rapping

But we ain’t on the same thing, no we ain’t on the same thing

I love ya’ll bitches twerk videos though

Just ya’ll ego I hate sometimes

And you niggas really gotta stop doing these gay ass poses

All over the social tryna be models

I don’t know if niggas is models, rappers, or what

The fuck is going on breh?

Somebody help me

I hate when niggas roll up weak blunts just so they can take a selfie

Got me hot though

I hate when niggas pop a pill and start to thinking that they macho

Like he a savage

I hate when niggas get to flexing just to show off for some ratchets

Oh shit, I said that

I guess I’m on the same thing

I’m prolly on the same thing

Go ‘head and try me

I hate how every LA rapper try to make a song like YG

Like be creative

I hate when bitches call me bro when I’ve already seen them naked

We ain’t related, damn man I hate it

My most honest opinion, I feel like all you niggas wack

Take this weed and roll it up, up in these bitter raps

I’m killing ya’ll

Boogie Highskoo Interlude

I’mma take it way back

Back when we was wearing Fubu jerseys with the wave cap

But when I went to high school, that’s where I learned my ways out

When niggas started getting letters stiched up on the A’s hat

They know that I won’t ok that, cause nigga know I play that

If they ever get to dissin, we be askin’ where the fade at

Where we stay at? At the mall, everyday when we was ditchin’

You ain’t got no pen and paper

We know you ain’t got no bitches

Nigga, you ain’t got no bitches

My nigga, you ain’t got no bitches

If you beefin’, where yo girl? Shit, I know she with the business

I go flip it, you know how niggas did it

And plus, I’m immature so the whole school know I did it

Oh, shit, I shit, I’m such a west side nigga

If I neva met yo girl, then you blessed my nigga

Scrollin’ thru my aim, tryna see who wanna kick it

Hit ’em all like I can get it, I ain’t thirsty, I’m just wid it

I ain’t thirsty, I’m just wid it

I ain’t thirsty, I’m just wid it

Chillin with the homies, lookin’ for the bitches

Hit ’em all like we can get it

I ain’t thirsty, I’m just wid it

I ain’t thirsty, I’m just wid it

Boogie Self Destruction

Yo yo yo

This my self destruction

This my self-

I don’t give no fucks when

Aw man I’m extra as fuck

Yo yo

It go somethin’ somethin’ somethin’

Can’t remember nothin’

Still don’t give no fucks when

Wildin’ out in public

This my self destruction

Somethin’ somethin’ somethin’

Can’t remember nothin’

Wildin’ out in public

Oh shit this that part I say I’m livin’ what I rap ’bout

Talkin’ bout your debit ’til your street cred get you maxed out

I ain’t read yo’ caption I just seen she had her ass out

Bragging ’bout your xannies ’til I’m smackin’ while you passed out

This that actin’ loyal then go single for the weekend

She keep ridin’ and I’m keepin’ this ain’t just no cuffin’ season

Woah, shit

This shit stupid, foolish, ruthless, and it’s genius and it’s somethin’ somethin’, fuck

Then forgot what I was thinkin’ ’til the time I fuck a singer

I can’t say that I’m that guy like that night I drunk text SZA

Then got high she ain’t reply, woah

This for bitches strippin’ whippin’ ubers on the side

Don’t be stupid this that fire

Oh shit I forgot my line

It go somethin’ somethin’ somethin’

Can’t remember nothin’

Still don’t give no fucks when

Wildin’ out in public

This my self destruction

Somethin’ somethin’ somethin’

Can’t remember nothin’

Wildin’ out in public

Yo yo, aw man

I told myself I won’t gon’ wife up no more ratchets I’m stoppin’

I told my mama I won’t go back then I went back on my promise

Yeah this that act like we don’t know this where our actions have got us

You know my son ain’t have no money braggin’ ’bout Benihana’s

But it’s still fuck your broken system, postin’ pictures, postin’ scriptures, hoes and niggas, bros and snitches, co-defendants, rollin’ skimps, your frozen wrist, your goals and missions

‘Cause you ain’t got no hoes still

Come thru kill your whole will

Now you look like roadkill

Oh shit, I don’t know still

It go somethin’ somethin’ somethin’

Can’t remember nothin’

Still don’t give no fucks when

Wildin’ out in public

This my self destruction

Somethin’ somethin’ somethin’

Can’t remember nothin’

Wildin’ out in public

Oh shit this that…

Boogie Sunroof

[Boogie:]

Woah, uh, you like my back wood when I got up, yeah yeah

Like a kickback

Though that shit crack it ain’t shot up, yeah yeah

You like tacos on a drunk night

You a club night without a dumb fight

You like Roscoe’s on a next day

Skipping all the traffic know the best way

That’s why I…

[Boogie & Dana Williams:]

Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof

Won’t you let your wings loose, look at all your stress fly

Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away

Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof

Won’t you let your wings loose, look at all your stress fly

Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away

Love you like the Westside

[Boogie (Dana Williams):]

Went from no piece now I know peace, yeah yeah

You a good day, you like a hood day with no police, yeah yeah

Now I’m breaking down all the hate, yeah

Leave the smoke clouds full of pain, yeah

Like let it fall and tell Tony Tony Tony that it’s cool if it rain here

Like oh just look at the benefits (look at the benefits)

Uh, despite knowing night your whole life

Know it’s future is bright as the city we living in

(Bright like the city we living in)

I got your attention now it’s my intention to take all that tension and shit not to mention…

[Boogie & Dana Williams:]

Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof

Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly

Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away

Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof

Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly

Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away

[Boogie:]

Gotta shoot for your time and I know that you’re used to the vibes

The death of your stress and the birth of your next

Oh my God what a beautiful crisis

You know that these girls in LA probably messy as shit so it’s cool that you’re private

You the sight that I see at my side and its crazy you turn round and still give me guidance

That shit so inspiring and I was gon’ say…

[Boogie & Dana Williams:]

You should give me a tour

I feel so safe in the midst of your war

Claim you and praise you know the city is yours

Ride on your wave, no I’m really sure, I’m really sure…

Love you like the Westside, fingers out the sunroof

Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly

Can’t take what’s inside of me, even when I’m far away

[Boogie & Dana Williams:]

Love you like the Westside, fingers out the sunroof

Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly

Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away

Love you like the Westside…

[Dana Williams:]

I love you like the Westside

I turned off my cell phone we can stay at home

I turned off my cell phone

Boogie God’s Work Interlude

(Tells us about yourself, who are you?)

Shit. Damn. Wrong nigga to let speak

Off beat uh daddy was a deadbeat

Uh same beat, let me get my tempo

Ain’t no shooting out the window

Man you know this ain’t the 90’s niggas walking up

Fuck all that talking stuff, that’s what they taught us bruh

Like ain’t you sick of this shit that niggas caughin up

Uh Mr. Officer offering you in the open uh

Hope stronger than anything I be smokin’. Potent shhhh

Let me get my focus

Momma got evicted, man the day we seen that notice

It was all bad

We ain’t have nowhere to sleep

Uh snuck back in and we had stayed there for like a week

Deep!

All we had was dry cereal, Uh!

Think that was Cheerios

But they don’t hear me doe

Uh from a place where niggas get killed at

Real rap that’s why I never got my chill back

Uh even when I’m quiet I be turnt

And I ain’t tryna cause no riots with my verse. But ya’ll be bitchin

Complaining bout a system tryna understand your vision when you glorifying a prison. Man that shit weak

Talking about how you get all the faze

No nigga you was twisting all the braids

Uh I stayed awake in the stressing and manifested a blessin

I used that shit as a weapon uh

Fuck I stayed awake in a horror. Turn that shit to my armor

I’ll forever protect it uh

Shit using everything as lesson, turn everything into a blessing

Swear I’m never contesting

That’s God’s work

Boogie Intervention

Woah, Woah Yeah

I seen this coming

You know that’s like something bubbling in yo stomach

A was in the struggle and funneled out all that fussing

Yo, Got out the tunnel and seen who I was becoming

Oh Gawd

If I keep preaching this message to these youngin’s

Thinking it’s gonna work ha

And what I do, I’m in the hood with my homies

They got they pistols, we tweeting how we so turnt ha

Backwards, no disrespect to the mother that had my son

If I diss her then I be phoney uh

She a great mah but how to feel when she fucking on nigga that used to say he a homie fuck

We both made mistakes, grabbing these pieces of a puzzle that we thought was supposed to fit

See. But

My kid didn’t ask to be here so we do our job and say fuck it

We got over it under it, all this pain I’ve been hiding for some days, months, maybe even years

Waken up my kid and he see a puddle by the bed and he asked me was it rain, I had to tell him it was tears yeah

Daddy out here hurting, daddy out here hurting

Terrorizing myself like a martyr, but I keep working with searching up on the surface

The lurking became a burden

My purpose it was blurry, I promise I’m finally certain

Dry out my eyes, I seen my prize and then I grow

I bit my tongue

Swallowed my pride

Let out my truth

(I need some help with my feelin’s)

(I need some help with my feelin’s)

(I need some help with my feelin’s)

(I need some help with my feelin’s)

(I need some help with my feelin’s)

Man I told you I seen it coming uh

I had this hustle, it bubbled up in my stomach

Knew I would get it, seen who I was becoming

Been had you showed the shovel, before you told me you dug it

But fuck it

See, a real nigga never turn his back on all of his friends and all the people he grew with

A real nigga gonna open the door for niggas then tellem to get they own shit

Oh shit, ah should of got some, The gossip got me hot shit

Even got wrist asking for them handouts

You better get another plan (e) nigga

Shit don’t really fly hear, so stay up of my land nigga

Coldgang

Dry out my eyes, I seen my prize and then eyes glow

I bit my tongue, I swallowed my pride

Let out my truth

(I need some help with my feelin’s)

(I need some help with my feelin’s)

(I need some help with my feelin’s)

(I need some help with my feelin’s)

(I need some help with my feelin’s)