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Woke up this morning feelin bool and balm
Aint have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was balm
Was it 'cause last night I had some bomb
She got ratchet in the red dress we had a bomb
Then I pulled up at a light, some niggas banging real hard
I had to tell them little niggas I never heard of y'all
Tryna make a nigga lose his composure
Had to hit the gas on 'em almost spilled my whole soda
Still emotions, can't let 'em get the best of me
My curve skills on deck they want the recipe
They like how you do it and then keep it movin
'Cause see me I usually lose it
When nigga act stupid, like he aint know my record ruthless
Actin like he with the business but he aint worth me down detention
Sittin in prison waiting for my niggas, asking for money from these bitches
When niggas start trippin I be wanna start tripping
But Im just bicken' and act like the bigger nigga

'Cause Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm, and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm, and bollective

So I pull up at Pammy House
Pammy stay next to my family house
And Pammy someone I used to dig out
I stopped digging she start tripping I had to dip out
Smashin' out of the driveway she threw a brick at my window
So I stopped she ran up and Keyed my '64
See when a real nigga hit it needy bitches go schizo
This dick is not a rental, should of knew from get go
Get go, get, get get go
Im friendly like Casper but I wait 'til I hit to get ghost
She called her brother on me, say she from the Wood, I aint pussy
And real niggas dont get it between dick and pussy
10 minutes later got a call on my cell
From a nigga that sound like he was fresh outta jail
Ay gay little nigga dont put your hands on my sister
'Cause I just gotta outta jail for manslaughter with a butcher
And she aint no hooker, she aint no bitch
My momma raised her right, my little sister got sense'
I told him I aint test her I just stopped giving her dick
Then I told him fuck you and hung up like click

'Cause Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm, and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm, and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm, and bollective

Gotta call little later 'bout this and that
All drama, have to hang up like this is wack
I shouldnt be talking on the phone either 'cause Im strapped
If the police pull me over, my black ass goin back
And that's right up they alley, but I ain't a alley cat
Im a red nose pitbull matter of fact
Turned on some Jeezy that's what street nigga slap
Right on Leanna, left on Spruce we in the back
Now my older homie hollering at me
Bought some real life shit and how its sposed to be
So he approaches me, get real close to me
Try to tell me 'bout some niggas thats close to me
So I listen and I listen
And I had to put my bid in
Cant keep it real with some niggas that aint real with me
He said to keep it P you is right
They aint never bool they better respect your life

'Cause Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm, and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm, and bollective
Im bool, balm and bollective
Im bool, balm, and bollective
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