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BOSS
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carson Arkay-Leliever
Carson Arkay-Leliever
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carson Arkay-Leliever
Carson Arkay-Leliever
Producer
DJ Ashtro
DJ Ashtro
Producer
jvstblake
jvstblake
Producer

Lyrics

Boss, boss My files is heavy I can barely hold my phone Really I could be Joe Pesci But this not home alone (wooh) Clean the block up like it's Messy Cuz dust I can't condone Can't block my shots, I'm Messi And your girl like my cologne I'm finally meeting the ends I'm finally meeting my friends For years I thought I had brothers (boss) But when it comes to support it depends There's certain things I can't defend Everyone knows my intentions It's funny to see all the chatters online Doing they Arkade impressions (cmon) I'm done with the fake love and the the fake trust it's dead I'm done with the take love then wait til I break bread How come I got five thousand views But only like ten of yall like it How come these girls say it's only me But the chat say ten of em piped it (boss) I'm finally snapping I'm tired of the ones that I don't reach out to See me and ask what happened I'm tired of the laying on me Just ranting bout all of your goddamn problems I feel like a lot of you IG gangsters promoting Charmin softened Like David Goggins Imma run til my ankles bleed (skrrt) Imma run til I hit full speed Imma run on beats and weed (boss) Imma run to the penthouse suite And the heat will never catch me I promise you don't want the smoke Don't take him to hibachi That boy might have a stroke I'm finally meeting the ends I'm finally meeting my friends For years I thought I had brothers But when it comes to support it depends There's certain things I can't defend Everyone knows my intention It's funny to see all the chatters online Doing they Arkade impressions I'm done with the fake love and the the fake trust it's dead I'm done with the take love then wait til I break bread How come I got five thousand views but only like ten of yall like it How come these girls say it's only me But the chat say ten of em piped it This shit wasn't all that easy Had beef with the boy way back when then Shit popped off way too greasy Had to separate freaky and greedy There's girls that take DJ to the mouth For likes and clout like Fiji (cmon) Could never be fruit like kiwi Gave her drill all day dem knees weak And now I'm plotting she spotting the money they running in columns We at a Michelin star and they served us tuna so raw no condoms Nose drew blood from the power eleven, no Micah Parsons And no Klay Thompson Getting spun by a man named Carson (Arkade) I'm finally meeting the ends I'm finally meeting my friends For years I thought I had brothers (boss) But when it comes to support it depends There's certain things I can't defend Everyone knows my intentions (ok) It's funny to see all the chatters online Doing they Arkade impressions I'm done with the fake love and the the fake trust it's dead (wooh) I'm done with the take love then wait til I break bread How come I got five thousand views But only like ten of yall like it How come these girls say it's only me But the chat say ten of em piped it (boss)
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