Soho WESTSIDE BOOGIE (Ft. JID)

[Intro]
Fuckin' tired of comin' from Compton to go to Hollywood
Fucking dinner meetings that last 30 minutes when traffic be like an hour

[Chorus: Boogie]
Please no more meeting at SoHo (SoHo)
Please no more thinking we bro bros (Bro bros)
I ain't been seen in like oh, no (Oh no)
I ain't been seen in like oh

[Verse 1: Boogie]
I do not beef in the photos
I don't be tweaking for promo
I keep my thing on the low though
I got a team but I'm solo
I do not speak what I don't know
What I don't know
Is how you survive when a nigga like me get to saying he tripping (Whoa)
Shit, if I miss the time he was pushin' my buttons, I probably was glitching, uh
I done went straight for the plug, I done went and dropped the percentage
Look at him, tryna be different
He been erasing his post, he been refining his image (Whoa)
Shit give me thoughts on what we finna be
Who the fuck gave you permission to think?
Me and my shorty was missing the beat, we had to go get our rhythm in sync
I'm still a nigga with needs, I need to get me a lease
Pass on the key to the streets
I need the key to the door that's been blocking out my inner peace
All that I'm saying is