[Intro]
I been thinking like
The Hip-Hop community and like you know the BET awards and all that like
They should appreciate like all the real ones and like set a Grammys up for the real ones like
How you forget about Boosie, how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim
Shit, how you forget about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies
Forget the n***as who died and n***as got murked, forget about Turk

[Chorus]
I pistol-whipped a n***a for forty minutes straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on n***as, I bust'd a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purplе drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forgеt about me, forget about you Boosie

[Verse 1]
C Murda, They need to set the sniper free
He was still calling me with rumors, I'm beefin' with Master P
And that's his brother, he peeped that I'm a real one
What about the n***as tryna hit a lick and tryna kill some
We need a Grammy for the thugs, cause we don't get no love
When we sacrifice our life and having shootouts by the club
[?] and [?], the n***as in the pen
And rapper that fell short cause they ain't get a chance to live
Yeah, for Cassidy and [?], altercations and bullets ringing, that lil' n***a C'd up
The project babies gang banging, hanging and pistol slanging
Pastor Troy [?] killing and stealing just to make it
[Chorus]
I pistol-whipped a n***a for forty minutes straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on n***as, I bust'd a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purple drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie

[Verse 2]
They need a Grammy for Pop Hen and Bobo and Hell Rell
We at the bottom of the map, Miami and Lauderdale
Pompanoya and n***as on the corner
And Lil Snupe, Taxstone, and Cassanova
For the OG's who raised me, I was already, at 14, sippin' codeine
R.I.P. Pop Smoke and MO3
The n***as underground local wishing to sign a deal for a million
It's either that or penitentiary
What about the n***as out here water whippin' to pay their studio session and all that sweatin' in the kitchen
The n***as rapping what they living, Bobby Shmurda, n***as gonna pull a murder
Them n***as who ain't with the dissing

[Chorus]
I pistol-whipped a n***a for forty minutes straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on n***as, I bust'd a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purple drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie
[Outro]
Yeah, need an award for the boys on that trap shit, them n***as that jack shit
Them n***as on that Kodak Black shit, like fuck this rap shit, they wack shit
All that, nam sayin
Pac and all them, nam sayin like
Ain't too many of us
Trust