Can’t Fuck with Boston

Verse 1:
Made it to the top now I’m counting my achievements
Every goal u set u know I already reached it
Greatest at the moment at least now we’re in agreement
Leave u barely breathing cuz the playing fields uneven
No it’s not my fault this a mix of skill and talent
Tryna find a balance but I’m blowing out the ballot
Green like a salad rolling cheddar call it Cabot
Sharper than a talon spitting fire like a dragon
Fire where’s the pit never stop but this is it
U a baby boutta sit catching dubs don’t need a mitt
Crew so fucking lit we aboutta make u quit
I ain’t talking bout banana but it’s time for u to split
Split I always steal middle finger to a deal
One hand on the wheel foreign automobile
Rapping so long start to sound like a spiel
Flexing like Achilles never giving time to heal

Hook:
Yo I’m in it for the long run
Got u in awe bout how’s the songs sung
Thinking u can fuck with Boston
I’ll tell u right now u got it wrong son

Verse 2:
Man I need statue got me feeling like a Greek god
Got the perfect vision so u know I always see far
Me and the beat 2 peas in a pea pod
Hoppin on with me lucky bastard got to see god
Feel like god getting hot I never stop
Blowing up aboutta pop
Send another round of shots
Number 1 I claimed the spot looking saucier than motts
Been here for a while but my shit will never rot
Never rot I got forbidden fruit
I missed it once I’m never missing 2
Any time I’m speaking better listen to
Cuz before u know it I’ll be hidden too

Hook:
Yo I’m in it for the long run
Got u in awe bout how’s the songs sung
Thinking u can fuck with Boston
I’ll tell u right now u got it wrong son