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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Boosie
Lil Boosie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torrence Hatch Jr.
Torrence Hatch Jr.
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
And lately I been so confused
Dropped outta school got a beef and got a tool
Now I'm ready to chop your crew
Been talkin' to the devil, it's whatever wit' Lil Boo
[Verse 2]
You ain't heard? I was raised by some hard heads
They locked up or they all dead
Spoon-fed or dog- fed
We untamed, that's how I play it
And everybody changin', trippin' all the sudden
Ain't askin' how I'm feelin', they just askin' me for money
Now three years ago, they talked about me
Criticized me and laughed at me
Called me local joker, had Lil Boosie finna stop rappin'
I'm still so confused, got bread and still ain't happy
'Cause I'm lost without these pictures, lil' I, me and my fuckin' daddy
God, tell me 'bout this ho right here
Is this just a ho right here?
Will she keep it gutter if a **** go and jump this year?
That purp is what we smoke this year
Blowin' up, I see it clear
Rap game on a ****
I'm finna show them bitch that Boosie real
[Verse 3]
They hate 'cause I shake back
Brand new Monte, take that
Real spinners on it, whatever they want, I'm gon' pay that
I got it, so I lay back, drug addict style
And I got a .5 Weston connection, ask my **** Lil' Rob
And I got diamonds on my pinky ring
**** wanna stank me, mane
I flood the city with drank, now they callin' me the drank king
And I'm still tryna maintain, 'fore I catch me a case
Tryna make Baton look like Cali and you still gon' hate?
And I done lost a lot of ****, my trust fucked up
And I done did some dirty shit, that's why my luck fucked up
It ain't no purple in the city, so I'm sippin' that 'Tuss
I'm Meechie, like smoked out on Friday when he hit that dust
'Member them Zig Zags, player tags, some burglary dates
When you snatched your first purse, went hit the mall and got laid
Mane, they got **** in the grave, so confused
They saw they deaths comin', but they couldn't duck them tools
And lately I been gettin' too motherfuckin' high
I'm on my third blunt before the fuckin' sunrise
From the cradle to the grave, I'm gon' always keep it gutter
I should be number one on everybody's list, muhfucka
[Verse 4]
And lately I been so confused
Dropped outta school
And lately I been so confused
Dropped outta school got a beef and got a tool
Been so confused
Got a beef and got a tool
Been so confused
Been so confused
Got a beef and got a tool
Written by: Torrence Hatch Jr.
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