WESTSIDE BOOGIE, JID - Soho lyrics

JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.

[WESTSIDE BOOGIE, JID - Soho lyrics]

Fuckin' tired of comin' from Compton
To go to Hollywood
Fucking dinner meetings that last 30 minutes
When traffic be like an hour

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

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

Please no more meeting at SoHo
Please no more thinking we bro bros
I ain't been seen in like oh, no
I ain't been seen in like oh

Ain't no more meeting for any meanings
Realest shit, what's the meaning of anything?
You can say my vibe book is on me
Don't use it, I swear on it with everything

Like the usual, no I ain't meeting at Nobu
Or going for Sushi at Roku
I motherfucking told you
I'm sick of these niggas
Who wanna be all in the videos, in the photos
I think I should sign to Death Row though
I'm i'm loco
I'm Pac if I'm poppin' the pistol at po-po
I'm tr-tr-trying to be optimistic
But my options limited and I'm boxed in
You gotta stop me nigga, before they got me
Get him
They go beyond infinity when you talk shit
Time, time is ticking you gotta watch it
But when you get popular
They wanna be partners pa yeah

Please no more meeting at SoHo
Please no more thinking we bro bros
I ain't been seen in like oh, no
I ain't been seen in like oh

Uh, don't force my hand
I'm forced to squeeze
Unfortunately, I'm forced to clean the earth
And feed my seed with dreams
That's been through dirt, fuck
Uh, I'm forced to change my course
I'm cursed, of course, remorse is gone
I seen my bros get turned to corpse
I'm forced to see em' using force
And still they're free in court, uh
They pat me down and grab me up
I'm black as fuck, I say it loud
I'm black as fuck
It's sad to say that dudes as black
As me won't back me up she mad as fuck
No, no, she packed it up, uh
Now I gotta take ownership, uh
She the flaw in my force field that I was
All for now I'm forced to get over it
I'm coping with a lot

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