Boost Mobile (Freestyle)

[Verse 1] I flow water, Bobby Boucher Bout time I introduce them to they doomsday Uh, I flow water, Bobby Boucher I swear these rap nigga's as sweet as Kool-Aid But them boys know that they whack Them boys know they ain't real Them boys know I spit crack Them boys know what it is Alright, let me stop fuckin' around, hold this down for my set Jet Life, ever since Route The Ruler, they been calling me the truth I use to have a hooptie, til Spitta loaned me his coupe I finally got an iPhone, use to be team boost But it made me hella money, boy my shoe box the proof I grew up in the hood where nigga's reppin' soowoop Wear a whole lotta red, but still bump that uncle Snoop Ain't never claimed thug, always tried to play it cool But if it's motherfuck me, then definitely motherfuck you And I try to them school nigga's, it's crazy cause they don't listen They prolly way to broke, way too broke to pay attention This architect shit, I been busy building by business Been humble way too long, now I'm stuntin' on them bitches It's me against the world, shit I'm such a [?] nigga And dear summer, it's gonna be a cold winter A different broad every night, that's what you call pimpin' And this raw talent that I got ain't nothing but God given That bomb head that she give, she could charge nigga's A boss nigga, doin' it for my dogs nigga Every track they put me on, then we go off nigga Yeah, straight off nigga, talkin' JR nigga, preach I might be too real for mainstream I'm tryin' keep my rap sheet clean But they don't feel me, ya'mean My people gotta eat, I'm tryin' touch some legal cheese I got a bitch that's on my team, she hustle just like me I keep a jersey for her, remember that one night they tried to murc your boy Remember bein' wanted, cops searchin for em' They say they gotta cell or a hearse for em' My homie say they got some pounds or some birds for em' My eye's cherry red, like my birth stone I remember postin' up, gettin' that work off Can they say holla back, don't you take too long Be back in 24 hours, that's what I do boy Cause I ain't never been no duck nigga, no bitch nigga, no fuck nigga I do this shit for my hood nigga My crip niggas, my blood niggas Them cap peelers, them thug niggas Them drug dealers, them jack boys You know, them boys who keep them tooli's on them Uh, hey, you know I kept that toolie on me I can't lie, I thank God for that motherfuckin' boost mobile Used to be ridin' round with my smokin' with my nigga [?] Talkin' bout makin' mad money Bumpin' that Styles P Had that heater under the seat Don't believe me, just ask somebody nigga Like, flow water, Bobby Boucher Bout time I introduce them to they dooms day