Too Boosie Kodak Black

[Intro]
I been thinking like
The Hip-Hop community and like you know the BET awards and all that like
They should appreciate like all the real ones and like set a Grammys up for the real ones like
How you forget about Boosie, how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim
Shit, how you forget about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies
Forget the niggas who died and niggas got murked, forget about Turk

[Chorus]
I pistol-whipped a nigga for forty minutes straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on niggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purplе drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forgеt about me, forget about you Boosie

[Verse 1]
C Murda, They need to set the sniper free
He was still calling me with rumors, I'm beefin' with Master P
And that's his brother, he peeped that I'm a real one
What about the niggas tryna hit a lick and tryna kill some
We need a Grammy for the thugs, cause we don't get no love
When we sacrifice our life and having shootouts by the club
[?] and [?], the niggas in the pen
And rapper that fell short cause they ain't get a chance to live
Yeah, for Cassidy and [?], altercations and bullets ringing, that lil' nigga C'd up
The project babies gang banging, hanging and pistol slanging
Pastor Troy [?] killing and stealing just to make it