Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Boulevard, artist - Royce 5'9.
Date of issue: 08.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On the Boulevard |
I’ve been trying so hard |
To erase the scars |
Of living this life |
On the boulevard |
Ohh, on the boulevard |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Every morning Kenny wake up ‘bout 5 am |
And jog about seven miles before class start |
Had dreams of being the next superstar |
Like that boy Usain Bolt |
Kenny’s ambition was crazy |
In his heart he was determined to get it |
So he stuck to it |
Six days out the week kenny hit the track |
With his goals set high, he ain’t turning back |
Lost one too many of his friends over guns and crack |
Kenny put it in his mind there’s something better than that |
His daddy called him flypaper the way he stuck to the track |
His momma said «it's your time baby you can’t turn back.» |
And through all the blood, sweat, and the tears |
Kenny promised the fam' for the years |
To come, got to get it |
He shall prosper |
Jumping hurdles in life ‘til the next one pop up |
I’ve been trying so hard |
To erase the scars |
Of living this life |
On the boulevard |
Ohh, on the boulevard |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Every morning Kenny wake up at 9 AM |
Hit the traphouse and stay there til its 5 AM |
I call that trappin' pages |
He always holdin his dick, always busting off |
But I dont call that masterbation |
He all about heart |
And you will never hear «Oh my god they killed Kenny» |
Bitch this ain’t South Park |
This the dirty mittens scurvy conditions |
Workers is stealin, stealers is workin |
You only as real as the nigga you murdered |
Bullets fly to your chest leak |
Treat you like you a crownless chess piece |
Middle finger never up, thats a substituted waste |
Why would he do that when can just tell you niggas «Fuck You» to your face? |
He could fill up y’all with philly’s boulevard bully |
To pull your card with no regards for the laws, wearing a hoodie |
Police on his trail, he toss the bird |
Roll his window down like «Can I help you office-errrrr?» |
I’ve been hustlin' for so long |
The streets just won’t leave me alone |
It’s a battle that I’ve gotta win |
I can’t give in |
I’ve been trying so hard |
To erase the scars |
Of living this life |
On the boulevard |
Ohh, on the boulevard |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Bound for destiny, for greatness |
Yet they both struggled with the 9−7 |
As evidence they were meant to be more |
Yet they can’t seem to finally find the score |
Cuz the game they played was rigged from the beginning |
And in the end I sit on the sidelines and cry |
Both Kennys stuck in a parallel universe will lose their lives |