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
n*gga, we ahead by a country mile
With so many unf*ckwithable 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 sh*t, they mostly stand-ins
My pen so bloody, it's no debate; more like a short discussion
Damn, I already f*cked up tryna make this the one that has no cussin'

Back on my bullsh*t
Back on my, back on my bullsh*t
Back on my bullsh*t
Piecing n*ggas before feeding the full clip

Back on my bullsh*t
Back on my, back on my bullsh*t
Back on my bullsh*t
Piecing n*ggas before feeding the full clip

Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my, back on my, back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
This is less on some, "Bеtcha canʼt play this!"
And more, hmm, how do I explain this?
If you ainʼt live what wе live, then you canʼt give what we give
And I am so sorry, sis, but it is what it is

Yʼall can't f*ck with a n*gga who trades gear to live
Him and Craigslist got an intimate relationship
Yʼall can't f*ck with a n*gga who use Ableton as an instrument n*gga learned that sh*t in a year, no kizz, other n*ggas doin' it but not like this

Back on our bullsh*t
Back on our, back on our, back on our bullsh*t (TITTIES)
You canʼt cover us, you can't 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 can't say they did the same
This is our pain that saves us everyday
n*gga, is you hearing this?
No one doing it like how we doing it
But itʼs not like we spent 7 years proving it
No one doing it like how we doing it
But itʼs not like we spent 7 years proving it