BOY HOOD (feat. PJ Morton & Trombone Shorty)

You know we seen you come a long way

Like he seen you come along

Like look, boy I seen you

You shinin' like new money

You shinin' like new money

You doin' good for yourself huh?

I'm proud of you boy

You know that's the energy you know

Candy cane

Jump rope

Cornbread and pig lip

Hot fries

Holy water

Superdome cheese dip

Perched on the fence

Po'boys in da yard

Don't mess with my rug or my season salt boy

I know where he be, I know where he come from

Hot boy takin' over for the twenty-two thousands

Uhhh na na na na, no limit soldier

Home is where the heart stay

Where the pelicans and the saints play

The eagle land on frenchman and the sparrow land on Sunday (I know he watchin' over me)

When pop pop wouldn't give me ends (Wouldn't give me ends)

Grandma was a ATM (Was a auntie m)

Buyin' bubble gum and m&m's (M&m's)

I just had to rot my teeth out

Basketball under the treehouse

Too short to catch a rebound

Maybe that wasn't my callin'

But you could still see me ballin'

(You could see me ba-ball)

You could still see me ballin'

(You could see me ba-ball)

From New York down to New Orleans

You could still see me ballin's

You could still see me

Popeyes when they had that red white and blue bag

Puttin' on that sportin' waves underneath my durag

If yo' line pushed back, or your shoes dirty

Don't come around here, bes' stay home, ya heard me?!

It's the time of them naturals, priestly, satchel

Bayou maharajahs, Nat King and Satchmo

If you see him then and even if you see him now

It's the same jon jon with that same gold crown, ya heard me?

When pop pop wouldn't give me ends (Wouldn't give me ends)

Grandma was a ATM (Was a auntie m)

Buyin' bubble gum and m&m's (M&m's)

I just had to rot my teeth out

Basketball under the treehouse

Too short to catch a rebound

Maybe that wasn't my callin'

But you could still see me ballin'

(You could see me ba-ball)

You could still see me ballin'

(You could see me ba-ball)

From New York down to New Orleans

You could still see me ballin'

You could still see me

(Go ahead P.J.)

I could still remember the mornings

Breakfast cookin' half asleep and still yawnin

Yeah yeah yeah

It's time for zulu so we better get goin'

No place like New Orleans

Yeah

I said I'm far from home but I always represent

I thought I had so much time, I don't know where it went

But now that I'm grown I know what it all meant

No place like New Orleans

Yeah

(Trombone shorty and them boys)

You could still see me ballin'

You could still see me ballin'

You could still see me ballin'