In God I Trust Boomer Yea This my ghetto sermon Feel me on this one (1st Verse) I’m a lyrical murderer, surgery in emergency Menace to society with beats different varieties (that) Keep your feet stomping keep your head bobbing Keep your body moving keep the bass knocking In fact I’m on some whole other (shhhhh) Whole ‘nother tip when it comes to my chips Get a grip can’t lose united as one Divided we fall together we shall come From the start never changed always played my part When I was young sang with stars like James Debarge Figured it would be my destiny Pops gave moms the ingredients and I came with the recipe (For who) For the streets This shit my pound my bird my water my pills my syrup I spit these nouns these verbs My life nigga fuck what you heard all the rest to the curb Try not to let the world get the best of me For some odd reason seem like they keep testing me Define what you mean (what) I’m tryna get green while y’all keep tripping on other things Right mind state in my right state of mind My grind my heart my shine nigga it’s my time My turn to try to make a difference So if you feel me just listen (Chorus) Rain sleet hail snow sunshine watch it glow Stop tripping and lets get dough If you don’t now you know In God I trust I’m just young tryna live my life Down the right path life is what you make it Got a chance so I’ma take it And that’s fasho In God I trust I’m just young tryna live mines right (2nd Verse) Sitting on the roof overlooking the city (hmmm) No justice no pity And I can see the courthouse from here Wonder if I ever go to jail Would I make bail if my album don’t drop or my hits don’t sale Or if I get popped on the block Hanging with the homies non stop Just to get a rep with a weapon Betta keep it stepping Life’s a learning lesson learned that from pops told me to keep yo focus on stack up yo knot ‘Cause niggas politicking and niggas gon hate Regardless what you do and regardless what you say So I’m tryna maintain And free some of this stress off my brain Before it have me going insane If you never lived it you wouldn’t understand To my people in the struggle keep y’all head up fam (Chorus) (3rd Verse) Aye, Didn’t you stay in Fontana? (Yea) Well how you from Compton? My heart is where it lies Child hood memories but a city don’t define me Known from the Hub city to the IE Never been on a plane don’t know how it feels to look down Always kept ten toes planted on the ground 101 North to the valley then 101 back to the alley (South Central) Got a few homies up in Inglewood But I’ma grind ‘til they bumping my songs in every single hood Crips and the Bloods Pirus and Grooves Asians Samoans and Eses too come together now It’s time we get this cheddar now If you can’t respect that then you bound to drown In the water full of sharks better have a change of heart and make moves This right here’s the breakthrough (Chorus) Yea And if you don’t know now you know In God I trust Choices I make and the risks I take I’m just young tryna live my life And if you don’t know now you know In God I trust Choices I make and the risks I take I’m just young tryna live mines right

Kontroversy Boomer (1st Verse) Well I be Double o-m-e-r-d-i-d-i-t Hit the club I don’t need ID I’m in there A youngsta on my t-i-p No-torious do it b-i-g Controversy they running they lips but I can tell they like me I want ‘em to love me like they love Quik Nah never mind I created my own buzz Portray my own image to the game no scrimmage Ball hard or play soft I’m right here in the ghetto no holocaust Create commotion with beats that’s ferocious Flow potent I’m sick osmosis Not a gangsta I don’t play that role But I’m affiliated With real niggas and real killas that will peel ya cap back For you jokers that like to play blackjack I’m 21 years of age Filled with rage, ready to ex-plode like grenades Stomping through the mean streets of Compton (Who is you) A nigga with an attitude wrecking ya crew Stand tall with my head high You Hollywood niggas North of the 105 Funny how things changed when you got you a little change But I won’t switch commence to act strange Same shit different day new situation I hear wealth calling because I been patient It all started with a pen and a pad Acoustica Beatcraft 8th grade band class And Deja Bleu beating the drums Get out the way fool here I come I got undivided attention in flurries They say my music ain’t worthy Without a little controversy (Chorus) What’s all this controversy? You talking controversy We need some controversy (2nd Verse) Let me clear my throat (mm mm) Round two here we go I learned to keep my circle small cheerio I’m on point, like the corners of a rectangle Too sharp for you squares how dare you compare Me to another when I’m in deep Fucking this music with no rubber It’s a dirty game, had to get my biz tight Registered my songs paid for my copyrights Time to get a passport catch a redeye flight overseas Get up out the CPT See what the world got to offer These crooked cops and plots Make a nigga wanna get of the block With limited opportunities gotta make it happen Through producing and rapping the hood gon be where it be I be right back It’s time to get mines Just like that Betta watch ya self, hating is contagious Yapping like a broad I’ma have to cut you off Keep my fam close and my enemies in arms reach At all times stay aware while I’m in these streets What they do, smile in your face Stab you in the back then try to get away I cut the grass low so I can see the snakes If they hidden to my vision Yahweh deal with ‘em (Chorus)

Talk to Me Boomer (Chorus) I can’t get you off of my mind Think about you all the time The way you do what you do Keeps me so into you Girl it’s yo body The way you walk Girl it’s yo body And the way you talk to me (1st Bridge) Hey girl, you are so beautiful (Yes you are) I said hey girl (What’s up) You’re better than usual (Ain’t nobody like you) Hey girl (Hey) come over here (Come over here, right now) I said hey girl (Listen) I got something to tell ya (1st Verse) Hey girl, you’re on my mind It’s ya body The way you walk and talk it really got me Hooked Like a fish on the line think about you all the time Mesmerized by your beauty You’re such a cutie A PYT you can be wifey And you my little boo thang Together we gon remain (Chorus) (2nd Verse) Lets make one thing clear I can’t find a replacement You let them other dudes know, you taken So they can stop chasing Yo heart occupied it ain’t vacant (2nd Bridge) Because you’re my shawty (My shawty) Always there for me (There for me) I can’t get you off of my mind Think about you all the time (Think about you all the time) The way you do what you do (What you do) Keeps me so into you (Into you) Girl it’s yo body (Girl it’s your body) The way you walk (The way you walk) Girl it’s yo body (It’s yo body) And the way you talk to me I can’t get you off my mind I Think about you all the time (Think about you all the time) The way you do what you do (uh huh) Keeps me so into you (So into you girl) Girl it’s yo body (It’s yo body) The way you walk (The way you walk) Girl it’s yo body (Girl it’s yo body) And the way you talk to me (Yea) (Outro) When you look me in the eyes it’s (The way you talk to me) In that sexy little voice it’s (The way you talk to me) (Oowee) Girl you got me mesmerized it’s the way (The way you talk to me) Honestly I can’t lie it’s the way (The way you talk to me)

Wannabe Boomer Wannabe wannabe you can be what you wannabe Anything you think you can be what you wannabe Anything you dream you can be what you wannabe (1st Verse) My innocence controlled from my mental Instruments native beat pads to a tempo Sound so creative wouldn’t you agree Operate machinery mind like a factory Working overtime I’m programmed to go ham I hope I don’t sound like Kendrick Heard it a few times from a couple of bitches I’m just tryna stack riches Sit back and observe dumb broad quit working my nerves That’s no diss Lamar I’m caught between my music and the streets Bangin beats peace and the beef When all I’m tryna do is eat (and provide) For my loved ones nigga (that’s no lie) I’m a wannabe (what) I wannabe heard I wannabe the one they hearing from the hood to the burbs I want street credibility I wannabe respected I want to remain focused I don’t wannabe neglected I wannabe a L7 I wannabe square Keep them suckas out my circle I don’t want ‘em in there I want you to listen to me I want you to vibe So you can feel everything that I’m feeling inside I want you to understand I want you to recognize I just want to be accepted ‘til the day that I die I wannabe a leader I don’t wannabe a G They call me a wannabe but niggas wannabe me (Chorus) Be what you wannabe Don’t let nobody tell you what you’re gonna be Do what you wanna do it’s all on you (you you you) Be what you wannabe Don’t let nobody tell you what you’re gonna be Do what you wanna do but just stay true (true true) (2nd Verse) I wannabe a legend yea legendary nigga View it in first person not a secondary nigga I’m running with my eyes closed (So it seems) But what you didn’t realize is I’m chasing my dreams Even the odds dare to be different I’m a oddball, otherwise eccentric Young chemist when it comes to producing I got them sounds Put ‘em in a beaker swirl it all around Place it on a triple beam let it marinate Sit for a few minutes then tally up the weight (heavy) I can’t wait to get my product out My productivity proves what my product ‘bout I’m tired of you rappers asking for beats Expecting a handout want something for free You can’t get that from me these beats for sale Tags all over the snippet when I send e-mails Watch out now my pedigree purebred You fools is puppy chow I’m something like a general no discount Apache looking for a centerfold model with a champagne bottle And that’s just that And I ain’t looking at my fingers when I’m checking my snaps I need mines on time I’m on my grind I gotta get it this is how I make a living The wannabe

Like This Boomer May I have your attention please You yea you right there with the weave (Unbeweavable) (1st Verse) What’s up I’m back up in ya ears with some new shit Fresh off protools exclusive Still at it you thought I fell off think again Thought I told you that I’m in it to win With out tryna sound like everybody else I got my own style I sound like myself No I don’t jerk no I don’t dougie I two step and all the hoes love me Some say I’m ugly but I know why She never made love to a guy so fly Love the way I zoom all across the room 808 boom must I resume (Continue) What’s next on the menu (Womb) I’m tryna go up in you And no I don’t do it for the fame I do it because I love it She a rat she do it out in public (Chorus) Can’t nobody do it like this (Like this) Who else you know do it like this (Like this) (Nobody) I been doing it like this (Like this) (I been doing it) I do it like this Like this (Like this) Like that (Like that) Like this (Like this) Like that (Like that) Do you want it like this (Like this) Or like that (You know you can’t do it like this) Back up on the back up on the back back back back up on the (2nd Verse) Back up on the scene I don’t wear skinny jeans 501 Levis is my thing Cargos white tees nikes Fitted caps I don’t wear snapbacks No piercings no tats I ain’t tryna fit in oddball out the pack Yea I’m a dog tryna find a cat hello kitty Big behind and them tig ol bitties What up little mama what that shit do You ever been to the boom boom room My bass go boom that ass go clap Waves dippin hypnotized got you sippin on that potion (potion) Now you in motion Float my boat sail in yo ocean Flip you over dolphin Deceased leave it in a coffin (Chorus) 2x Back with another club banger ‘Nother hit for the functions You know who did the beat no time for discussion But if you run you lips I ain’t gon trip I’m on my own tip Like this (like this like this like this) 2x Like that (like that like that like that) 2x (Chorus)21

Pay My Dues Boomer The name’s Boom don’t forget the E R Riding through the city with my trunk on slap (Yo trunk on slap) Yea my trunk on slap Just riding through the city with my trunk on slap (Trunk on slap) My trunk on slap (1st Verse) The most anticipated Most hated on most waited on And the most underestimated I’m next in line you fools outdated The west back at it we can’t be faded Riding down the crans with my brim to the back P above that my trunk on slap Eyes on the street hands on the wheel Money on my mind enemy idle time I ain’t trippin off these little bustas Wannabe Gz nothing but suckas I’m contemplating on how to get some cheese And niggas talk about me I’m just a YG Young guy with an eye for the future Technology literate I’m good with computers In this music my flow like fluid Girls tell me go Boom go you can do it As I proceed to keep rhyming go for what I know How to survive and maintain while I’m doing my thang And just like gangs homie my beats bang Boomerdidit Productions join the campaign (Vote for Boom) You can’t stop the reign when it pours down I’m playing guitar chords now I found a new way to relieve stress Thank God I’m blessed (Chorus) All I know is survival and how to do what I do (What I do) Gotta stick to the program by staying true (True) No matter the circumstance or situation I’m gon make my moves (Make my moves) Because I’m young on the grind just tryna pay my dues (Pay my dues) Riding through the city with my trunk on slap (Yo trunk on slap) Yea my trunk on slap Just riding through the city with my trunk on slap (Trunk on slap) My trunk on slap Riding through the city with my trunk on slap (Yo trunk on slap) Yea my trunk on slap Just riding through the city with my trunk on slap (Trunk on slap) My trunk on slap (2nd Verse) A creative approach to music fundamentals Composed a funky instrumental 95 tempo It’s beating up yo temple beating up yo block Make ya head nod can’t be stopped Riding down the shaw with my hat to the back (Hat to the back) and my trunk on slap On my way to school gotta get to class (Why) Mama didn’t raise no fool and pops didn’t teach one I think it’s quite clear I’m here for a reason propellerhead I’m tryna get hella bread to keep on the table Keep my loved ones hella fed And yet I’m so hot but I’m so cool Digitally design songs on protools You last weeks paper old news It’s time to make more moves Boom (Chorus) Riding through the city with my trunk on slap (Yo trunk on slap) Yea my trunk on slap Just riding through the city with my trunk on slap (Trunk on slap) My trunk on slap Riding through the city with my trunk on slap (Yo trunk on slap) Yea my trunk on slap Just riding through the city with my trunk on slap (Trunk on slap) My trunk on slap (Chorus)

Attention Boomer ft. Haze (Chorus) She just want some attention She want some attention She tryna get my attention She just want my attention Well damn is that all it take to get up in them draws Tell me is that all it take to get up in them draws Baby is that all it take to get up in them draws Girl is that all it take to get up in them draws Attention She just want my attention (1st Verse) My dick at attention salutin Left cheek right cheek I like the way she moving Doing it on the dance floor man she dropping it Touching her toes bend it over and she wobbling Girl you not a dime you more like a nine The way you got me wanting to buss on yo big behind Nice derriere I can make it shine Wax on wax off that ass caught my (Attention) For real I aint with all that dry humpin baby what’s the deal We can get a room that’s if you tryna chill Or we can hit the spot you can show me what you got Bet I can get it hot (hot hot hot) and moist (wet) Those are your options go head and make a choice I wanna see you bare I might stare at first But then I’ma put you to work because you caught my (Chorus) (2nd Verse) Haze And little mama got it I love the way she pop lock and drop it Wiggle and rotate it lift it up and then stop it Cocky then a muthafucka yes she is Poppin that coochie in a split (oh yes she did) I’m about to give her the biz oh yes I is Somebody need to tell baby who the f I is I am H-A-Z-E too deep baby Pop it my way and I’ll put you to sleep baby (haha) And I love the way she doing her thang I’m on it And the way that I’m looking can tell that I want it Bad ass redbone sexy as a muthafucka Lips like got damn ass like no otha Nigga on straight point backbare no rubber Nigga on straight point backbare no rubber Yea and it’s about to go down I’m about to get it in right now because she got my (Chorus) Attention She want some attention She tryna get my attention She just want my attention

Aggregate Boomer (1st Verse) I run wit a crew so thick With flow like water more potent than sherm sticks Figure the way I deliver Would make you weak rap niggas shiver We 2nd II None Madd Pakkin on the low down On the 105 nigga I’m so cal You can bring it if you want the drama so who’s next Coward ass clowns bout to get chin checked R-E-S-P-E-C-T my aggregate for niggas that’s counterfeit I think I’m crazy (what you mean) I lost it Stacking up chips with a clique of all bosses Surrounded by black love everywhere I go Step on stage and watch we still the whole show Catch me in the house of ru’s composing beats I’m too hot I don’t need the heat (Chorus) We keep it poppin’ hey Ain’t no stopping Gon show you how we do it And it aint nothing to it We keep it moving Steadily in motion Straight out of California The aggregate westcoastin’ (2nd Verse) Understand we got spitters Gangbangers’ hustlas drug dealers and thug niggas You fuckin wit the realist I put that on me I’ma make the whole West Coast feel this You are now rockin wit the best out I represent the dub but don’t leave the E-S out Slidin through the city gotta watch for the cops Hit LA Compton Inglewood and Watts Tryna find where the party at I’m almost empty aye Haze pass a nigga that cognac So we can get fucked up And we ain’t gave no passes niggas just lucked up Time to hold the West Coast down (down) And give it up for the compound Keep it moving stay stackin chips getting bank rolls My whole squad got paper like kinkos (Chorus) (3rd Verse) Young nigga wit a attitude relentless Money on my mind and my mind on my business Witness what you can’t control can’t compete And damn show can’t be beat Dub E-S-T C-O-A street (by the) Pacific ocean nigga Westcoastin’ Through them ave’s and them boulevards Speakers knock real hard music bangin’ out the cars Ridin’ on the freeway turn it up real loud make sure you hit replay At the backyard boogies Skatin rinks and the clubs all showing us love It’s time we been on the grind for the longest Survival of the fittest committed to be the strongest We gotta stay on it North cal and so cal making moves We got ‘em like oooow (Chorus)

Fall For Yo’ Type Boomer ft. P. Slim (1st Verse) Why express the way I feel So you can try to take advantage And have me to where I can’t manage I think not Too many times I den went through this I don’t think I’m fit for relationships Always fall for the wrong one (yo type) But I’ma be alright, you ain’t slick All you care about is money and dick Flashy thangs and yo benefit I can’t take that ride are you insured by survival If my heart get broke are you liable Ask yourself these questions I gotta learn to stop thinkin wit erections It’s a trap caught up wit a rat Playing both sides of the fence but got yo back (Please) You ain’t worried ‘bout me all you after is the cheese And anything that’ll fulfill you needs (P. Slim) Stupid bitch (you bitch) Tricks are for kids and I’m a grown ass man I am not kiddin Why I fall for your type I don’t know why But everytime you passed by I seen something that I liked I’m not gon lie I liked this girl Wanted her to be the one the only one up in my world She drove a nigga nuts sorta played me like a squirrel And every time I think of it it make a nigga wanna hurl Why it had to be me If I knew you were a rat I would’ve had you chasin cheese And bring it back to me instead of thinking a family You stole my heart you left it so empty Karma’s a bitch it’ll come back to ya You know what fuck that so what screw ya And you ain’t shit if you aint never been screwed up Girl you the shit (Chorus) I don’t know why (I really don’t) I always fall for yo type (Damn) I don’t know why (I’ma get it right though) I always fall for yo type (I mean just play that fuckin innocent role in the beginning tryna make it seem like it’s all good at first) I always fall for yo type (Bitch, now I know) (It’s fucked up, How I) I always fall for yo type (2nd Verse) Boomer It’s easy to love but hard to trust And that go for anybody not just us Honestly the way I feel I can do better But rather stay focused on me so I can succeed and excel Goodbye farewell I see you when I see you But really don’t wanna see you no mo So I can continue to grow and learn from the experience The homies say I’m trippin But it’s non of they business As God as my witness I’m glad that I witnessed the bullshit I’m through (Quit calling my phone leaving voicemails I ain’t tryna hear non of that you talking ‘bout) (Chorus) I don’t know why I always fall for yo type I don’t know why (I don’t know why but) I always fall for yo type (Man I don’t get this shit sometimes you feel me, I keep going through the same shit putting myself in the same situations) I always fall for yo type (Never fail) (It’s alright though) I always fall for yo type (Outro) You can’t play a playa baby for real I bet you miss me

So Funky Boomer (1st Verse) Y’all know me fresh than a mug Smelling like a nigga just hopped out the tub Headed to the club sittin on dubs Wonder why they call me Mr. she never made love She never made love to a nigga like me Appealing to her eye a fly YG I’m so funky suited and booted In the back of the club and a nigga straight zooted Baby girl don’t trip just me and you included Ain’t nobody else (So don’t play yourself) Not good for your health (That’s not clever) Can’t play the boy (I’m not Hugh Hefner) I’m so fresh I’m so fly My chain light the sky like the fourth of July Doing what I do just to get by Cali bred nigga I ain’t gotta lie (Chorus) I’m so funky yet I’m fresh And she like the way I dress I be the one that you can’t tame You already know my name Girl you so fresh, you so clean I like the way yo booty poke out them jeans On the dance floor doing all them things Now red-light stop yellow slow then green (2nd Verse) Girl you so fresh, you so clean Baby got back protruding out them jeans Everything cool, everything righteous If she act right then you know a nigga might just Take her to the spot if she feeling my swag I be on point so I don’t lag She be like school because she got class And I ain’t gotta show her how to get her own cash Girl I like yo style (keep doing what you doing) Heavy rotation (body still moving) Muy bonita but she not Cuban I can see it in yo eyes (you thinkin ‘bout choosin) She’s coquettish very flirtatious Thicker than a snicker very bodacious Fine like wine time to bump and grind Hit the dance floor I’ma work her from behind (Chorus) (Bridge) Now somebody say ho (ho) Say ho (ho) 3x Now let me hear you say Boomerdidit (Boomerdidit) Say Boomerdidit (Boomerdidit) 3x (3rd Verse) Uh huh you know that’s right It ain’t never wrong so leave it alone Make it bounce back we playing ping pong She tryna condone the smell of my cologne She can’t because it poppin Bass drum kick beat knocking Come wit me that’s ya only option Booty like a low low keep on droppin Like we dippin down the crans in Compton (Chorus) 2x (Bridge)

Zoom Boomer ft. Pac Alexander & 80HD Ha ha Attention all zoomers (ah ha ha ha) Please report to the zoom floor I think we got a fuckin problem I’m fuckin’ lo co man Ha ha (Chorus) If you don’t know how we gon show you how to zoom Dramatx p m dub taking over make room You can ask H D P T G or young Boom All I wanna do is zoom a zoom zoom zoom Step left step right motorcycle to the side Zoomin’ so fast do about a buck five And you can get tipsy or you can get high But I’m so gone I’ll be zoomin’ all night (1st Verse) Boomer Young Boom on the Yamaha zoom on the Yamaha It’s a photo shoot makes moves for the camera Stupid in the function so my niggas yellin’ ya da da Ain’t saying much when you talk it’s just blah blah blah My niggas turnt up zoomin’ at the fucntion Niggas talk shit get squashed like pumpkins Dramatx p m dub taking over make room And all I wanna do is zoom a zoom zoom zoom (80HD) Watch me zoom on the Yamaha girl I know you like it She wanna learn to zoom so I text it to her sidekick Attention all zoomers this is a zoom crisis Zoomin’ so fast that they took my zoomin’ license They be like H D I like how you zoom I said wait ‘til you see Y G and Boom Blaze got it on lock ask my nigga pack We off to the mall and we zoomin’ right back (Chorus) (2nd Verse) Pac A yo this shit go with the beats you a beast Boom Y’all can dougie but when we come we zoom Drama gang yo don’t get it twisted Tray fingers up and two of ‘em is twisted All my niggas fitted I swagger my bike back Hat to the back ‘cause my moms like it like that It’s like that yea I’m doin’ it they like pack And I be the shit plus I’m strapped with the fly trap (Bridge) Get off me (get off me) young boom I said get off me (get off me) high definition (Zoom zoom zoom) Get off me (get off me) pack the god (Zoom) I said get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me (yea) (Chorus) (3rd Verse) 80HD You know me I stay movin’ Me and two bitches in the bedroom boomin’ I’m not in the mood so I’ma let you do the movin’ I fucked her last week and her pussy still oozin’ She whispered in my ear she said sneek can you pull it I crank that yank that I’m never wit the bullshit All I need is a blunt and some juices My squad pop off we o so ruthless (Pac) It’s a drama gang gig yea this shit finna crack The squad turnt up and we thick matter fact H D and Boom yamaha’n it’s a wrap I just zoom on that fee like the way I do my speed bike Guess I’m that cool right Me and mikey mula came dressed in tattoos like (like) You wanna fuck wit the squad what you wanna do You wanna do the Yamaha or you wanna zoom So she hollered at the guy now she from the crew (Chorus) (Last Verse) Boomer Off to my spot cash out you niggas assed out Bitch I’m the shit from the smell you’ll pass out I’m on a different route I’m on that paper chase I’m zoomin’ so fast speedin’ in this paper race These niggas know my face and they know where I stay They mad ‘cause they bitch bad and she on my case But um I’m zoomin’ right past ya Boomer be the name bitch dad to y’all bastards

Too Much Boomer ft. Young Phate & Nehru (1st Verse) Young Phate Oh God help me ‘Cause this pressure growing on my shoulder The days is getting faster and a nigga getting older Oh God help me Help my feet run fast of sin I pray you turn yo back for the sins I begin But the times I really need yo help Yo back is still turned and leave me stranded by myself The hands I’m dealt leave me hella broke with drugs E pills bakey mirrors hoes bangers thugs Bakey in my nose so my face can feel numb (dumb) Now these girls is rollin sucking on their thumb Both our teeth is grindin searching for the love Beat it up eat it up go to sleep snort a dub Three days later feeling sick as shit Praying to God why did I fuck with this bitch Hoping God really gets my life right (Please) Because I’m quick in the night (Chorus) It’s gettin too much (it’s gettin too damn much) It’s gettin too much (I’m tryna tell you man, Nehru aye what they say) It’s gettin too much (Pressure on yo shoulders man gas getting expensive and shit) It’s gettin too much (2nd Verse) Boomer Too hot to handle too cold to hold Too much you doing too much They say little nigga get yo mind right Before you end up dead or behind bars no Klondike Because often when it get too much I’d rather smoke me a blunt I’d rather sip this cup But then I find myself stressed vexed and left out Isolated and paranoid mind playing tricks shit Gotta get it together keep my feet on the ground Don’t give up now In the county of lost angels it’s all about survival Got me praying to God in solitude wit a bible Rehabilitate return to self But still watch my back and gotta watch my health Sometimes I feel like I’m trippin out But naw My mind elevated got me thinking on a different route (Chorus) Too Much (you ever just overthink some shit to where it had you trippin like) It’s getting too much (Got a nigga paranoid and all kind of shit) Too Much You doing too much (Man you ain’t gotta do all that, just be yourself) (3rd Verse) Nehru It’s like im sitting in this torture room Watching all these demons Staying in the boondocks without my grandpa freeman Times got me feeling like nothing’s ever going right Mad at the world that’s why a nigga wanna fight I live the life but still got issues wit it I speak the real when other dudes still pretending I hit the block it’s the turf where they all hang They see me everyday still ask me do I bang These distractions court infractions Baby mama trippin government taxes And you wonder why some folks be driving off the cliff I should catch ‘em at the corner and ask ‘em for a lift I keep my head up I get my bread up ‘Til my kids is straight I’ll never let up Sometimes I know I’m trippin and it seems like I’m fed up That’s when I stop and hit the blunt because I’m doing (Chorus) Too much (I know sometimes I be out there moving too fast) I’m doing too much (I don’t slow down take the chance to look around) Too much (What’s up to all my niggas Boss Clique 2nd II None Boomer) I’m doing too much (out in these streets man)

Salvation Boomer Whether I fail or succeed Shall be no mans doing but my own I am the force I can clear any obstacle before me Or I can be lost in the maze My choice my responsibility Win or lose Only I hold the key to my destiny Elaine Maxwell Sometimes I just sit back and think You know, my mind be pondering Man (1st Verse) Is one of these broads gon set me up Is one of these killers gon wet me up I wonder How can I keep from going under Subdue the nonsense as my mind ponders Cold nigga but I ain’t that cold Bold nigga but I ain’t that bold Brain overload explode See me now or see me later I sin and repent its human nature Solitude equals self-confrontation Analyzing myself with close examination How did I get here wit all these parts Arm leg leg arm head where did it start From a swarm of sperm to an embryo Came out in human form it’s a miracle Twenty-one years later I’m a young man With questions taking matters into my own hands (Chorus) See I’ve come too far to turn back I shall persevere through times of distress This is my salvation Through God to his son as I walk the earth Until time of death This is my salvation After life what happens after life can somebody tell me About the after life is there an after life (I don’t know) What happens after life? Do you know what happens after life? Can somebody tell me what happens after life? Do we live after life? (2nd Verse) I wonder if heaven got a ghetto I hope not Because things we see on a daily basis And cope wit is bullshit Lord forgive me as I commence to fill this cup wit henny When we die what really happens where do we go I know in the ground but what about our souls Does revelation mean complete devastation? Or is it a new beginning and the revealing of satan A few questions for the preacher man He a sinner too so he might understand Don’t need a false prophet all up in my pockets When I can teach and learn myself That’s what these books for To obtain knowledge and remain wise Wary of wicked lies and Lucifer in disguise So understand feel me The best thing they can probably do is kill me My music gon live (Bridge) So we can confidently say The lord is my helper I will not fear What can man do to me? Nothing, Hebrews 13:6 With that being said Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper (Chorus)