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(LoudPack) (God damn, I'm finally a boss) (Is this Shiv?) Young niggas and we on a mission Young niggas and up on our business Yeah yeah, yeah yeah (Bllrt, baow, baow) They say that my flow too much And I got them racks in my pants, and it fuck up my walk (Bllrt) My brodie on go too much And he wanna make fire with that stick, so you better not talk (Blah, blah, blah-blah-blah) We played with the pole too much Thank God he had found me the music, I feel like a star They callin' me old too much 'Cause I leveled up, I'm brand new and I feel like a boss God damn, I'm finally a boss Do it alone so there's no one to cross (Huh) Youngin' was hungry and scared in the dark Daddy, he gone, 'cause he real like a boss (Yeah, yeah) I spend it all 'cause I feel like a boss But fuck it, I'm frontin', we gettin' some more You burn that bridge then my nigga, you lost Labels, they callin', I guess I'm a boss I could never get tired 'cause I'm playin' for the spot 'Member all them days, we was posted by the block Brodie got paid he was stayin' with a Glock (Hahaha) I guess me and him the same drop the range of the top (Uh-huh) Prayin' for the block, I was prayin' for my pops Still missed ties 'cause he stayin' in the box (Hold up) All them little nicks, they was stayin' in my socks And before you start firin', know the rain gonna drop (Gllt, baow, baow, baow) Rain gonna drop, put in pain for the slot I don't ever hug, gettin' brain from a slut I don't love dubs, got the blues in my pocket And before I go broke, bring the spoon with the pot Swoon with the pot Yeah, bring the spoon with the pot They all been askin', "When heat gonna drop?" Well, I got some shit that hit you in your top, damn (Damn) Lil' nigga, he hot Came up from nothin', put on for the block I just been wishin' that they free my pops (Uh) Swear I just been prayin' I make it on top (Uh-uh-uh) This for them days I ain't make it on time Momma could smile, guess she finally proud 'Member my niggas was runnin' real wild We made it, my nigga, we out of the drought They say that my flow too much And I got them racks in my pants, and it fuck up my walk (Woah-woah) My brodie on go too much And he wanna make fire with that stick, so you better not talk (Gllt, gllt, baow, baow, baow) We played with the pole too much Thank god he had found me the music, I feel like a star They callin' me old too much 'Cause I leveled up, I'm brand new and I feel like a boss God damn, I'm finally a boss How you playin' it? How you playin' it? Been in that air, don't know when I'm landin' Fuck 'em and leave, I'm not romantic Have my cheese, I'm tired of waitin' 30k cash, one day in Vegas Just blew two M's, I wish I saved it Shit gettin' crazy No more friends, just me and my baby Just bought her a Benz, I'm 'bout a Mercedes C'mon, let's ride Send for your best 5 Been stressin' since Neff died Wish Merey had less time Wish Apple did too We slidin' is sues now Big .40's, no .25's Every story got two sides Reminiscin' 'bout Drew dyin' I wish we seen Signs Shit be crazy, but I keep me goin' Just bought four wheels, 'bout three of the foreign Check the board, we been scoring (No cap)
Writer(s): Shivam Barot, Patrick Rosario, Kiond Pharrell Jones Jr., Dion Marquise Hayes, Composer Unknown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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