Boaz - Everything feat. MAC MILLER lyrics

rate me

Ordinary rapper ended up a superstar

Sitting in the ghetto, wishing on that shootin’ star

Order bottle service, we ain’t gotta do the bar

Let’s go hard tonight, the same shit we gon do tomorrow

Different city, different state

Hang out with real niggas

Every sponsor bigger state

You gotta feel niggas

Smashing out with the Aston

Getting head, not crashin’

I’ve been brown bagged since ‘09

No spending bread, just stashin’

Still getting that cash nigga

Rap money, move fast nigga

Throwin’ up that grass

Askin’ smokin’ joint to the ash with ya

But times change

And people too

I feel the same

How I seem to you?

I’m where the weather’s nice and the trees is blue

Welcome to the life, this a dream come true

Got the city goin’ hard cuz we all bubblin’

Got the fans talkin’ ‘bout me way out in Belgrade

Who you signing with, hah?

When the album coming?

It’s all a grind cousin

I knew my time is coming

Poetical justice in the usual fashion

Let’s get this established

This music – my passion

You’re risin’ for the money and the fame

But for the love of the game

They expect you to change

But when you grind and chine it ain’t a thing

But when you grind and chine it ain’t a thing

Now I’m sitting at the party with pretty hoes

Fresh from my head to my toes

Poppin’ bottles of Rose

Don’t want from nothing

I’ve got everything

Don’t work from nothing, I’ve got everything

Humble beginnings, I was dreaming ‘bout the super start ‘em

Money and women give a fuck about women my problems

Always in my own head, started out with no bread

Kept my head u, got my bread up

Now I’m chilling still

I hit the gas station, passing Jackson’s to Fiends

Gonna buy me a blunt that I packed with some weed

I remember all the days they were laughing, my dreams

Now when they look at what I’m doing they just have to believe

Rappin’ with my cast on, broke my head in half

Still I rap like it’s my last songs

Passing chef the hash

When they ask about the burger tell ‘em listen to Boaz

Because them stories go way deeper than just bitches and hoes

Sticking to the program, always on my own 2

I always been my omen, there’s nothing that I won’t do

To get this money, tempted by materials

I always dreamed to have that B emblem on my steering wheel

These rap motherfuckers funny though

Young and with success, tend to move ‘em out their comfort zone

Fuck these hoes, I’m thinking ‘bout some better things

Forget about that bullshit, the music becomes everything

You’re risin’ for the money and the fame

But for the love of the game

They expect you to change

But when you grind and chine it ain’t a thing

But when you grind and chine it ain’t a thing

Now I’m sitting at the party with pretty hoes

Fresh from my head to my toes

Poppin’ bottles of Rose

Don’t want from nothing

I’ve got everything

Don’t work from nothing, I’ve got everything

Now they see me, I’m bossed up

Bad hoes getting tossed up

Chauffeurs pull their cars up

Push a button, it starts up

I feel like I’ve just landed on a whole ‘nother planet

This money changes everything

These niggas don’t understand it

Got paintings on the wall, now my counter tops is granite

I took it as a blessing though, never took it for granted

This just how God planned it

These haters can’t stand it

Can’t stop that if I wanted to

We ball out automatic hah

Everything top of the line

Shopping in Boca Raton

Eyes on both of my arms

Frames, Versace designs

But those are just material things

Can we rise beyond that, to a spiritual plane? Leggo

Can I make a million dollars without dealing cocaine?

Wanna die a happy death without feeling no pain

We hit the game like an asteroid, name of the tabloid

Now go and get your money on, little duffle bag boy

As I roll up the stink and pour me a drink

I’m laughing at niggas all the way to the bank

As I roll up the stink and pour me a drink

I’m laughing at bitches all the way to the bank