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I’m next in line you fools outdated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)