B.O.M.B.S. Lyrics

You cannot take our minds. You cannot trace our lines. You wonʼt step to us and walk off fine, and Iʼd live laugh love to see you try. Iʼm Kiki and Snakeʼs child. Nigga we ahead by a country mile. With so many unfuckwithable styles, we gon wash the whole world with a smile. I ainʼt even in my bag yet I only got a hand in. Punks not sitting on no real shit they mostly stand-ins. My pen so bloody its no debate; more like a short discussion. Damn, I already fucked up tryna make this the one that has no cussin. Iʼm back on my bullshit, piecing niggas before feeding the full clip. Back on my (drop) This is less on some "Betcha canʼt play this!" and more...hmm...how do i explain this...if you ainʼt live what we live, then you canʼt give what we give, and I am so sorry sis, but it is what it is. Yʼall cant fuck with a nigga who trades gear to live, him and craigslist got an intimate relationship. Yʼall cant fuck with a nigga who use ableton as an instrument. Nigga learned that shit in a year no kizz. Other niggas doin it but not like this. Back on our bullshit (TITTIES) You canʼt cover us, you cant copy us, all you can really do is sloppytoppy us. We came in the game, made a lane and a name, and a lot of these lames cant say they did the same. This is our pain that saves us everyday, nigga is you hearing this? No one doing it like how we doing it, but itʼs not like we spent 7 years proving it.