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)