Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boast, artist - S.O.. Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Song language: English
Boast |
| Yeah |
| OnBeat |
| Yeah |
| I don’t play, I got woes, I got God, I got hope |
| I got Soph in my home, I got G, that’s my bro |
| OB on the beat, he got heat on the stove |
| If you keep playing with us, they going reap what they sow, woah |
| Yeah, buddy, we gon' keep keep talk in code |
| And I hang with a few, 'cause the most do the most |
| Wine bottles on the table, get the chairs and the toast |
| 'Cause we didn’t save ourselves, it was God as our boast, uh! |
| Look, talking like they know me, they don’t know the half |
| I’m like Owen Hart mixed inside of Noah’s ark |
| I had battles in the dark, why you so alarmed? |
| See the battles and scars. |
| had to go to class |
| Tamagotchi in my pocket, why you holding off? |
| Uh |
| 'Cause the olders got the rocket that could mow a lawn, uh |
| But I’m chilling in the field, didn’t go to farm, uh |
| Daddy told me keep it real and show no regard, uh |
| Those who didn’t want to build tried to throw a dart, uh |
| When you got the shield with you, you gon' hold it hard, uh |
| I’m a sower, He the grower, you can’t throw apart, uh |
| Everything that He touches, we His holy art (Woah!) |
| Talking like they know me, they don’t know the half (No!) |
| They ain’t see my mama, had to load a cargo |
| All we saw was drama, she ain’t let her arm close |
| Everybody eats, no stones |
| I don’t play, I got woes, I got God, I got hope |
| I got Soph in my home, I got G, that’s my bro |
| OB on the beat, he got heat on the stove |
| If you keep playing with us, they going reap what they sow, woah |
| Uh, yeah, buddy, we gon' keep talk in code |
| And I hang with a few, 'cause the most do the most |
| Wine bottles on the table, get the chairs and the toast |
| 'Cause we didn’t save ourselves, it was God as our boast, woo! |
| Look, no delay, I made a note today, huh |
| Know the race, nobody owe you grace, huh |
| God did it, that be my only space, look |
| All in it, my brother throw the bait |
| Who’s playing games? |
| Want to play it safe? |
| I’m setting pace |
| For the younger men to imitate while you hesitate |
| I ain’t had a pad or pen, but since I’m in a place |
| Never had a plan to spend, but let me set a plate |
| Demonstrate at a better rate, it’s begun |
| Got to set 'em straight, we ain’t never late, is you done? |
| Had to meditate, get my head away from the slums |
| Let me predicate, this is for the Way and the Son |
| He the boast, Koffee with the toast, uh |
| Yahweh shower blessings on me, never leave lone, uh |
| I could never pay back, you ain’t even know |
| Had to take 'em way back, homie, now you know, aw, yeah! |
| I don’t play, I got woes, I got God, I got hope |
| I got Soph in my home, I got G, that’s my bro |
| OB on the beat, he got heat for the stove |
| If they keep talking reckless, they gon' reap what they sow, woah |
| Uh, yeah, buddy, we gon' keep talk in code |
| And I hang with a few, 'cause the most do the most |
| Wine bottles on the table, get the chairs and the toast |
| 'Cause we didn’t save ourselves, it was God as our boast, boy! |