B.S.T Lyrics

Born digital

cloak

Take me deeper, and let me make this

It's all got dewy

Blood, sweat, tears that's the life of a boss can't be cryin' like no bitch about no money

we lost Day one's turn to ops when the money's involved

Better watch who you be with you might get caught in a cross

Blood, sweat, tears that's the life of a boss can't be cryin' like no bitch about no money

we lost Day one's turn to ops when the money's involved

Bitches had my tatted kids, ran they mouth to the law

it would be your on disciples, nail yo ass to the cross

They gone pay you all the cash, cause you the one pay the cost

Just know we handle business if they making that call

If Brod aint got a pistol, he will not get involved

When the homie didn't slide me, well that shit broke my heart

Can't be builtin' no relationships, we left all apart

Every now and then to me, we wasn't strong from the start

Baby Scrimp, she 3-0-4, but say you play with her heart

The bigger question is, is she playin' her part

Did she master the art? To know a trick from a nart

Did she know it's life or death when she hoppin' in cars

Do she understand the reason why you goin' so hard

If them people ever catch you, they gon' throw you that charge

And the time that you be facin' might mean life behind bars

Blood, sweat, tears, that's the life of a boss

Can't be cryin' like no bitch about no money we lost

They once turned to ops when the money's involved

Better watch who you be with, you might get caught in the cross

Blood, sweat, tears, that's the life of a boss

Can't be cryin' like no bitch about no money we lost

They once turned to ops when the money's involved

Better watch who you be with, you might get caught in the cross

People sayin' you can trust them, but they showin' you different

Had that same attitude, that's that hoe that was snitchin

Always thinkin' you be right, you probably make wrong decisions

Too much anger in your heart would only make more division

How the fuck you supposed to learn if you can't sit back and listen

If it ain't about no bread, then I ain't payin' attention

One of your people's almost died and you was stuck in your feelings

Got no time for tip for tab, we gotta get back to business

When the bodies start to drop, I'm the one with the killin

Touched a couple hundred bands, but we done fucked over millions

Got a pretty bitch with ass like the custom bazillion

But I fuck her on her back with her legs to the ceiling

You get back before I leave, she gon' tear off my chicken

Cook a nigga something to eat because she good in the kitchen

Gotta play on that lean, she gon' bust a prescription

Keep a blick on my hip and pray for Allah's forgiveness

Blood, sweat, tears, that's the life of a boss

Can't be cryin' like no bitch about no money we lost

They once turned to ops when the money's involved

Better watch who you be with, you might get caught in the cross

Blood, sweat, tears, that's the life of a boss

Can't be cryin' like no bitch about no money we lost

They once turned to ops when the money's involved

Better watch who you be with, you might get caught in the cross