Boom - Rod Wave

Thug Life ain’t dead

Niggas just scared and that’s how I feel

I’m on the corner till the morning, tryna pay them bills

Kicked out my momma house cause she smell a nigga aroma

Cheap cologne, two phones, and palm of marijuana

Just young hustler trying to come up in the world

Cause all the dope boys drive the cars and get the girls

«Oh he a gangster and shooter» but back in the day

I jumped out the Buick with the Ruger, made em jump the gate

But it’s okay cause now I’m on the rap scene

Chasing hella green

I hope my album sale or it’s back to selling green

I hope that they ain’t selling dreams and I can really get a mansion

Hope I sell out arenas and spend my nights in the Hamptons

Hope that I ain’t gotta dye my hair green

Or loose weight

Hope all the rumors I hear about Hollywood is really fake

I hope by the end of the summer I can meet my nigga drake

And he explain to a nigga all the care I need to take

Hope I can lay off the noodles and we can get us some steak

Hope I can get a couple million dollars in my bank

Or at least a half-a-million in my mansion in my safe

But if don’t it don’t go as planned

Everything is straight

Cause where I reside it ain’t really to safe

Niggas is really blessed if they can see another day

Cause woadie really stupid

He love clutching on his K

He’ll drive by in broad day

And put a nigga on his face

Like boom

Look who just stepped in the room

Young Rod Wave typhoon lagoon

Comin' soon

I just came out of no where

I just came out of no where

Look who just stepped in the room

Young Rod Wave typhoon lagoon

Comin' soon, I just came out of no where

I just came of no where