ฟังเพลงBoss (Explicit)

Real n***as coming up fake n***as laying down

Trademark I'm here to stay guaranteed you'll see me 'round

Stuntin' in some sharp apparel khaki slacks I'm laxed and casual

With a focused mind I'm on a straight of narrow

I just want what's mines that's only natural

Large estates cherry wood floors with marble statues

I see it in my dreams so I know it's coming for me

N***as tryna block my shine trust me I ain't worried

Back against the wall I'm yelling f**k 'em all

I came here to ball right hand on my balls

Left hand middle fingers up 'cause I don't give a f**k

You can tell from my attitude I'm getting bucks

Strong kush in the cones got a n***a stuck

I'm headed to the top momma wish me luck

Haters wish I fail even though I will prevail

That's just how I feel but only time will surely tell

Uh It's a real n***a outing

So I'mma wear what I wanna wear Right

Hustlin' I'm mad where I'm at dawg

B***hes call me when the money there

I pull up pick up now grip up

Uhhh and if you hustlin'

Put your bands up bands up

And all my real G's stand up and what Right

And I hotbox the whip I make it hard for her to breathe

My pound game official make a brawd don't wan' leave

Got bags under my eyes from no sleep

Got cash under my bed from '03 one love to my plug

That n***a put me on my feet it's still f**k them n***as

Tell 'em I'm rolling one deep I ain't scared fool whats beef

To a cattle who lost his peeps us ghetto kids

Keep more than a trick up our sleeve I ain't doing that just for me

This for my sisters and my C's

Or men that's in these streets like A wax I ride D's

I pray they keep their face on my n***as with disbelief

No disrespect girl but 'til I'm gone it's M O B

That chopper on that front seat like f**k it its M O me

I got it out that modern Nike shoes now no cleats

They label me a beast you better than me n***a please

A rebel 'til I leave and 'til I leave its J E T out

Uh It's a real n***a outing

So I'mma wear what I wanna wear Right

Hustlin' I'm mad where I'm at dawg

B***hes call me when the money there

I pull up pick up now grip up

Uhhh and if you hustlin'

Put your bands up bands up

And all my real G's stand up and what Riiight

Right two years ago I was chopping O's

Now I get pile money to rock a show the OG's like Little pappa go

Fly to H town just to hip hop a dose oh I'm too popular to be normal

Die off that OG every night fool I'm immortal

One time for my little bro little doobies

Just a few months and I smoke and everything will be Gucci

Kushed God you looking at a new breed

My N O n***as will kill for me like I'm Drew Breeze

Hustler slash author see that a rotten apple just another dirty New Yorker

Show stopper h*es jock him think he's awesome go rock 'em

Big Cuban looking flawless so tell them non believers they can hold my Johnson

King of New York n***a Rugby Thompson