So I was at Coachella, right?
I was with my big homie, G. Weeder and I seen SZA.
The whole he telling me like, “Bro I feel like you could pull her, bro.”
He gassing me up like, “Bro I feel like you could get SZA."
"I want somebody to get her.”
No disrespect to SZA cause she a queen.
But you feel me, that night, I left Coachella.
I text her like…
I think I said something about her music, how I’m a fan.
She told me she fucked with my music too.
Then the next message was like me just trying to link.
It wasn’t no like super super thirst.
In my mind, I was being thirsty like if we link, I’ma try to slide on her but she didn’t
reply to me, so...
Usually when we making songs, I start off with just the melody.
I try to catch like the most firest melody for the beat.
I be high as shit so we just be freestyling melodies, singing and shit.
I went in the studio.
I really just freestyled that melody.
And I was just like, “Something, something, something.”
And I was like, “Oh this shit fire.”
But I didn’t know if I was just high ‘cause everything be sounding good when you high.
The next day it was still fire, so I was like yeah this shit lit.
I’m keeping it like this.
I was high as shit.
We had been smoking like backwoods all day.
We probably was on backwood number 20.
I was in there just like, “Something, something, something.”
I don’t think I had the self destruction part at first, but I knew I had that
“Something, something, something."
"Can’t remember nothing.”
And I was like damn, that shit sound fire.
So the xanny line was just for niggas glorifying pills.
No shade to nobody but just know while you’re sleep, there’s niggas sliding on your girl
and I’m one of them niggas.
I don’t write anything down.
I haven’t wrote a lyric down since 9th grade.
I know every rapper say they don’t write cause it’s a cool thing.
My glasses literally broke and I couldn’t see for a minute so I just
started freestyling.
She hasn’t really approved of any girl I really brought home honestly.
I’m not gonna wife no more ratchets.
But I probably will.
This year.
We grew up broke as shit.
In like my neighborhood, Benihana’s is big ‘til I come to these Hollywood meetings
at fucking BOA and we eating $500 plates and shit.
And I’m like, “Oh."
"I was still broke at Benihana’s.”
Self destruction just shows a different side of Boogie.
I feel like a lot of the time, people try to label me as either like conscious.
The other day I seen like, “a lover boy from the hood or some shit like that.”
But they forgetting like I’m really from Bompton.
A lot of us are conscious of the bullshit we do but we just don’t wanna like acknowledge
that we conscious of it ‘cause it make us look stupid.
Like you know you fucking up and you still keep fucking up so we act like we don’t
know we fucking up.
I feel like a lot of the time we know what we doing out here.