Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backboards, artist - Sene.
Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Backboards |
I hear the backboards |
Or is it crackheads shooting .22s |
That they carry in they shoes during crack wars? |
You could be a young’un in the city that I’m from |
And either way, life changes when somebody presses fast forward |
All I wanted was some pussy and a passport |
So I ain’t on the train when the baseheads blast off |
I don’t pledge allegiance |
See you when I see you |
If I see you when I need you |
They say collab or die, I was never for procedure |
How the fuck can someone climb by reaching underneath them? |
You just below the sneakers |
P. S. Yes, these are pf’s |
Our peeps’ll never be the bleacher creatures screaming, «We next» |
Keep the kings around our table, keep the queens in the bed |
Y’all keep the collars, we the regal in the v-necks and Regals |
Flew the coop, say his name |
Bald eagle where all’s equal cause all’s evil |
I say my prayers time to time, no doubt |
But ain’t no doubt in my mind there will be no sequel |
So in the name of the father |
Where I’m from, S Dot Carter |
Nino and Pacino, yelling «Chi Chi» by the water |
This is on some Jungle Book, except for I’m the author |
There’d be nothing more to say |
If it wasn’t for today |
Paint a picture of escape |
But I’ll never run away |
They trying to make me out of a fool, I make em hand me a mule |
And told em hand me a tool and turn this booth to a school |
They trying to tell me to die, put that tool in his eye |
Make em take back pride, I’m back to break bad ties |
Told the city I’m home, it’s a pity you gone |
Coulda said it to the dead, but I said it to clones |
They call me B-L-U, keep the details short |
Send your female love and send that e-mail through |
I give a fuck about the drama |
Bout to slap the shit out of a rapper momma |
If he keep acting like he got a problem |
Keep it true and original, you exist in the digital |
Being me is a ritual, being you is a ridicule |
Swallow your efforts, spot you out like a leopard |
Peace to God and the shepherd |
That nigga Hov is a measure |
You could praise all the Jays |
You could say it’s a phase |
Some are meant to remain |
And some of you got to change |
My advice is leave your vices where the vice is |
Ain’t no prizes for the fighters that lost |
Cut the snake after he swallows his thoughts |
Bitch niggas |