Boss
Did I make the wrong choices
Was it my mistake when I followed those voices
Or was it all pointless
Made attempts at the life cuz I thought it'd be joyous
Imagine having choices
I'm blessed but where's my benefits
I fear god not love like a Jesuit
Stay cookin' up like Lebovitz
I don't get enough of that credit
I let my girl run wild with a debit
Three rings on like Emmitt
No tricks no Bonnie Bennett
I've searched four years for the template
Still coming back empty handed
None of my shots are candid
Still text pops when I'm landing
Supply and demanded
Still supplying the mandem
And my circles expanding
Not fake implanting
I'm with the natural antics
Them boys soft like Madeleines
Make love to my girl no Vaseline
On the couch like Raymour and Flanagan
And they say I should pay more attention
But (w)Egosi like im African
If this girl really want that tension
But they not hearing it
All of my diamonds Nigerian
All of my coats is Siberian
Saying tap in are you serious
Serious
All these past decisions In my head like what did I do wrong
And how do I know
Where I should go from here
