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BOE Sosa

"On My Head"

[Intro]
Ah
Gangland
BOE sh*t, n*gga
We move as one, yeah
Heard another homie dead
Heard it's money on my head
Doin’ life in the feds

[Chorus]
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Want me gone)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (From the feds)
This the life a n*gga livin’, you can't live like this (No you can't)
Pockets empty, no money for the f*ckin' rent
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Ah)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (On the real)
This the life a n*gga livin', you can't live like this (You can’t)
Pockets empty, no money for the f*ckin’ rent

[Verse 1]
Dead broke, I done stood through it tall (Huh)
You my brother, I just wanna see you ball (Gangland)
Grew up in the trenches, I seen it all (For real)
Lost some n*ggas in the grave and behind the wall (Bangin' G’s)
Free my brother out the cage, pray he comin' home (Free the gang)
Walkin' cold streets, I was all alone (Nobody was there)
Now a n*gga up, we was down so long (Flex on 'em)
This how I live, put it in a song (Gang)
You can’t walk in my shoes, you won't last a day (No you can't)
Smokin' on this chop take away the pain
Ain't too much real, lot of n*ggas fake (Hah)
Sosa on the run, skippin' state to state
Message to the youth, do your own thing (For real)
Started from the bottom, made my own lane
You ask me, I'd rather be rich, you can keep the fame (Hah)
Hundred bands, put it up in a new safe

[Chorus]
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Want me gone)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (From the feds)
This the life a n*gga livin', you can't live like this (No you can't)
Pockets empty, no money for the f*ckin' rent
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Ah)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (On the real)
This the life a n*gga livin', you can't live like this (You can't)
Pockets empty, no money for the f*ckin' rent

[Verse 2]
Pockets empty, no money for the f*ckin' rent (Dead broke)
All that woofin' like he 'bout it, he get filled with lead (Bah, bah)
Got some shooters slidin' 'round, tryna bust his head
Honestly my teacher told me I was gon' wind up dead (Hah)
Get your bag, young n*gga, you gon' be the man (For real)
The system f*cked up, I was in that jam
Without y'all, wouldn't be nothin', swear I love my fans (Love y'all)
Without y'all, wouldn't be nothin', swear I love my fans (Hah)
Shootouts, broad day, you gon' win or lose (Bah bah bah)
We gon' touch an M, ain't got time to lose (Million)
Big bands, rubber bands make the b*tch choose (Hah)
BOE, yeah them n*ggas don't move how we move
Whole lot of people dependin' on me (On me)
I know Lulmir still here with me (Rest in peace)
I'ma be a real n*gga 'til they smoke me
Lil' bro got forty, watch how you approach me

[Chorus]
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Want me gone)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (From the feds)
This the life a n*gga livin', you can't live like this (No you can't)
Pockets empty, no money for the f*ckin' rent
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Ah)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (On the real)
This the life a n*gga livin', you can't live like this (You can't)
Pockets empty, no money for the f*ckin' rent

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