Lyrics

Yo it's ya boy Traidmarc tmg I'm chillin' top billin' sittin' on 20 million Ricky Lake on my melon While watchin' the milky way on the ceiling Oooh ooh what a feeling ya'll Bosslife For those who new to this Allow my to reintroduce myself I'm the stone the builders rejected Who happen to become The head of the cornerstone I struck a perfect balance Between corporate n' gangstaling Eating lobster n' caviar Is why my doodoo don't stink I'm a boss in real life Not just on the internet When u get to my tax bracket Calculate ya net worth I seen folks take out a mortgage Just to network Industry leaders season eleven That was my network I produce shows that's broadcast On television No playlist on spotify They didn't see my vision But I kept it moving And I kept on pushing Steady believing in myself A young nigga on a mission And all I ever asked for Was just an opportunity Not even for myself Or for my own benefit I was only tryin'a help My own family And everyone else around me Just to eat n' be happy But in the eyes of the world I was never worthy So I went out to got it on my own And now I'm fucking wealthy U win some u lose some Time to take the bull by the horns Ya lips will never touch Unless u counting millions Those that never thought I'll make it Oh my lord I'm in a different tax bracket Lord knows I arose from the slums Now I wake up everyday in a mansion Flash money on my posts Haters think I'm selling dope I ain't tryin'a pose I know how hard it was For me to get in this position A thousand monthly streams alone On spotify such a situation Tryin'a get myself verified On instagram was such a headache Got declined over twelve times Ain't that a bitch Took a break Doing music off n' on I use to shop at politix and cotton on Now I wear hermes Burberry's and louis vuitton Shoutout to all my fans And those that stay strong Thos who always liked my posts And reposted Even when my engagement was low And straight toasted I appreciate all the love and support u shown That's why I go live every now n' then bags blown To all my followers both real and fake This is Traidmarc bosslife I make bossmove everyday U win some u lose some Time to take the bull by the horns Ya lips will never touch Unless u counting millions Those that never thought I'll make it Oh my lord I'm in a different tax bracket Lord knows I arose from the slums Now I wake up everyday in a mansion Swagging in slow motion Balling with caution My bag from colton Gotta keep in motion Like an ocean I gave myself a promotion From a hip hop rookie To a god of devotion Such an explosion Call me a poser Never a graggerdoser Come closer Smell my cologne It's a head of medusa Tier rubber poster Traidmarc never been a boaster I'm into bigger things but tony u a poofter I came from nowhere near a mill Where a slice of bread was a square meal Crystal palace in London Where I quoted scriptures From the book of mormon Black and successful such conundrum I got so much on my plate I'm not referring to food Displaying anger over petty shit What hunger do I'm mickey mouse U rats is dead meat Heals slapping up against The back of my head I'm burnin' fat on treadmill U win some u lose some Time to take the bull by the horns Ya lips will never touch Unless u counting millions Those that never thought I'll make it Oh my lord I'm in a different tax bracket Lord knows I arose from the slums Now I wake up everyday in a mansion
Writer(s): Mcdonald Emiantor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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