Boz

Yo yo
This is the homeland
Hip-hopologist

The Stark family is like my king in the north
I have millions and Scania won't kill
I'm a doctor, a gangster, what's up
I beat my kid like Tyga
Rude Thug, they understand me from bosses to
Not Bahram, I was a thug like Hashemi
On this side, when your voice gets played, I do it
The street is early, your window hasn't been cleaned, shameless
They admire my destruction for my big balls
(Did you drink alcohol, son?)
No, I drank water
The weather is good, I spin with a motorcycle
I read from drag, comment put fire, my big aunt
I haven't come down from the billboard for three years, a fist
I've thrown so many coins, rap turned into Bitcoin, closed
Dancing like odorless Farzin, break it for me, bitch
You put on my clothes, I said you lost it
Among my friends, they walked the line, they put the knife on the table
The weather is cold, wear a hood at night
The biggest time, he invaded from San Cloud
Don't be surprised, your mom's waist, you saw the tattoo
On the ass, she went down in the car, I kicked her out, bitch
I saw an asshole on the street, a hater
But don't think I walked, the guy hit me from behind
4wd with
I'm coming at you from the front

I don't want to be hit this year
So tell me why you're cursing at me?
I don't want to go to jail
So tell me why you're messing with me?
I don't want to be hit this year
So tell me why you're cursing at me?
I don't want to go to jail
So tell me why you're messing with me?

The kid came with a summer set
His face is like a surgery, like a Pootie
The first generation is a legend and you were his Khaymal
You learned something from silence, you were quiet
Claim your flow without fathers
The clinic has put on a set, a bloody shirt, destruction
Every sheriff you got, go to the sheriff
Just leave one person, Iran goes to the air
He saw my destruction on the street, his ass is a holiday
He had slippers, his feet were bloody, baby
Around him, a few bloody eyes
If you saw my body, it's blue like the day
I write in my hyper, I don't give text in it
He says the job is in the ear, says the blood is the final
I'll take fifty grand for a cake powder
Break, tell Farshad to hit it
Rap is a call, no counter, just one door
There are a lot of nonsense in it, but well, it's a door
My crime is rap, it's crack on the street with you
Clear the chart, the hip-hopologist has left

I don't want to be hit this year
So tell me why you're cursing at me?
I don't want to go to jail
So tell me why you're messing with me?
I don't want to be hit this year
So tell me why you're cursing at me?
I don't want to go to jail
So tell me why you're messing with me?

Flight mode, son
Haji bought, I have someone take a vein