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Boca To Holyoke

Feeling like Juelz, who am I?
But I don’t got jewels to prove my rise
Some wrong turns, back roads, but never plateaued
My course for the astros maneuver through the sky
Sometimes need to rap slow to get into the mind
But then I gotta spit fast though like do or die
I’m kind of like a mix of Twista with Juvenile
But he ain’t from the Nola no the kid ain’t from the Chi
If you know you know, I don’t gotta show the ropes
The mayor, I ain’t a player but got a holy stroke
Hear that macaroni when I’m going slow
Shorty know you couldn’t blow me without getting domed
I been getting old but now I can say I’m grown
Aunt Dona took me to the broadways shows
I need me a Tony award before I go
I got more to do now that I’m more composed
Back to the campaign trail, but I ain’t sold my soul
Not the governor, no, I’m more engulfed
Gotta hold it down for the coast
Not only folk in New York, the whole scope, Boca to Holyoke
Why I’m feeling these growing pains?
(Why?)
Why does it hurt even when I know I’m straight?
Shit going great, broke it off with shorty
Made off with some foreign cake
And there’s more to make
Stayed off of forties for forty days
I was mortified, all I made was more mistakes
Motivate, fortify, formulate
'Cause a subtle touch could fuck it up
No klutz, gotta come in clutch
Some putz, wasn’t one us, gon' sum it up before I’m done and up
Gon' make sure all the troubling years that was my career
Leaves y’all with something sincere
Why does it hurt even though I know I’m balling?
Switching gears hit the clutch, no more stalling
Looking for a señorita just to fornicate
Motivate, fortify, formulate
Pop 9−3 like the joint 8's, life’s going great
Soaring through the pain like 'Bron take flight
Why they always come back soon as I get right?
All I wanna do is fuck and smoke, I don’t wanna fight
Sticking to myself, too old to be in the
Almost there I’m a prospect
Swear losing new batteries in my back
2021 niggas still on crack
If you lost you better learn how to win
Nigga if you lost you better learn how to swim
Fall down seven times, better get up eight
Made it past 25, ain’t go upstate
Nah, I’ma conduct the state, then one-up the state
Take the whole fuckin' place the other way
The keys to the log cabin’s up in Maine
Not a fog of haze that can obstruct this gaze
There’s not a stunt or play you can construct to stay-
Safe, not in your basement, fire escape
This the last dose of disrespect I’ma take
Try and taunt me, get up off me
You ain’t just lost me, you lost Manhattan, Brooklyn, Staten
The Bronx, Queens, you lost Westchester, Long Island
Shit, even New Jersey gon' start riding for him
Everyone behind him
Foreigners to old timers, even Chocolate City got me
B-More, North Carolina
In VA, Ugly dutty when he drunk
PA, Philly always showing me brotherly love
They put the sports aside to support the guy
Even Boston love what he do, hugging me up
When they see me at Legal Seafood running it up
Since before Lil Me rocking shows at the middle east
On the road writing writtens sitting in the middle seat
Don’t pity me, you kidding me?
Back in New York with Bruno, he from Italy
Literally, not Little Italy
Why I’m feeling these growing pains?
Why?
Why does it hurt even when I know I’m straight?
Shit going great, broke it off with shorty
Made off with some foreign cake
And there’s more to make
Stayed off of forties for forty days
I was mortified, all I made was more mistakes
Motivate, fortify, formulate
'Cause a subtle touch could fuck it up
No klutz, gotta come in clutch
Some putz, wasn’t one us, gon' sum it up before I’m done and up
Gon' make sure all the troubling years that was my career
Leaves y’all with something sincere