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baby boy (middle child freestyle) - michael bahsil lyrics

[intro]
baby booooyyy
haha
yeah

[verse]
drop down, pick up
lock down, stick up
dog pound, rip up
raw sound, flip up
taking matters, making patterns
jitter jatter, pitter patter
peter piper picked a pickled pepper made of alabaster
uh, baby boy ain’t playing no more
baby boy done got all of his baggage off the floor
baby boy done got himself established, yeah for sure
baby boy boutta be living lavish down in his core, woah

baby boy back and taking prisoners
baby boy judging with the gavel, lemme sentence ya
put a period onto your temple, that’s the end of ya
red dot on your forehead like you from india
i ain’t playing no more games
doing everything in confidence
the consciousness of rhyming make my dominance astonishing
flows, baby boy you better go
bahsil the real, no deal
yo cole, you said you gon make sure that the real prevail
well bahsil the real, tell me, what does that tell?
got a vision i just need the opportunity
i can vibe with anybody homie that’s not new to me
i can hit you with the boom bap, the room rap attack
the way i go ai, say rakim is back
and then i can flip it up, oh so so clean
i’m not so so def, jermaine know what i mean
better hold yo breath ‘cause i might dive in the deep
my pockets been light, i’m feeling kinda cheap
i cannot wait to spoil my mate
i’ll handle the check when the mortgage is late
i’ll handle the rest of my mom’s student loans
i’ll make sure my momma and pops feel at home
i’ll make sure my sis feels like she’s on the throne
and me and my n-gg-s will always be strong
man i’m feeling good, hope you feeling good too
you do it for the hood? i do it for the hood too
i do it for the kids who feel voiceless
rich or poor, you are still a human making choices
furthermore, i don’t really care if you black or white
i take the mic and rap my life, my appet-te
i’m taking bites out the side of the industry
i ain’t mean to do it but i made a lot of enemies
baby boy grew up quicker
baby boy still seen as a young n-gg-
all his older siblings would k!ll for the kid
watch the baby boy because he back and on his sh-t
everybody saying baby boy fell off
how can you say baby boy fell off?
(maybe ‘cause his first song did more numbers)
but y’all ain’t hear the other music in his repertoire
y’all ain’t ready for the tapes, plural with a s
tell kendrick, cole, and drake baby boy is a threat
tell dre, nas, and jay i’ma pay them they respect
but aye, i‘m not a middle child like malcolm x
but malcolm live in me
2pac live in me
even the notorious b.i.g
only thing is that i don’t wanna be taken by a bullet
you can take a picture but my smile kinda crooked
not as crooked as the cops that be shooting for a quota
hold up: let that breathe for a minute (no)
not as crooked as the cops that be shooting for a quota
momma crying for her baby boy, the streets colder
“college and life gonna eat you alive”
that’s what big bro told me, had to get my life in order
got back from auditions up in ny
now i’m sitting, giving thanks to the man, to jehovah
faces, seeing blue faces
keeping it a benjamin, i feel i’m in the matrix
rest up to cousin, gunshots he was h-t
down in savannah, don’t know what he did
only 29, he was finna have a birthday
put down the guns, auntie feeling it the worst way
put down the guns, we k!lling ourselves
when we gonna finally put the guns on a shelf?
when we gonna finally help each other prevail?
when we gonna build and support on a higher scale?
when we finally gonna stop judging one another?
when we gonna finally be the head, not the tail?
we were made to be black queens and black kings
uplifting us by any necessary means
spread love to all of your brothers and sisters
hope you get the picture
we’re all a team
baby boy

[chorus]
lately, seems like i can’t do no wrong
i know i did some people wrong in the past
auntie laid to rest her baby boy, be strong
once you go forward, you cannot go back

[outro]
period!
rest in paradise kyle

- michael bahsil lyrics

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