Boss ft. Sterl Gotti Lyrics

You know I had to change my ways, I'm on that boss shit

And I ain't finna pump fake, Imma off him

And you keep saying you the realest, don't believe it

Can hear the lies through your words, so deceiving

Write a letter to my dawg, hope you receive it

And I ain't talking to the law, cause I ain't seen shit

Even if I make it grind like I'm still on the come up

(BOOM BOW)

That's the outcome if you try to run up

I've been up early to the fucking sun up

Grind through the winter, ball in the summer

And we on two different times, you better get your funds up

I could quit rappin today and be rich if I wanna

Balling like an athlete, but don't got no jumper

Tryna find out who gon' slime me like this shit among us

And when that shit was going bad, you showed your true colors

All them L's I took was nothing, that shit made me tougher

And for them niggas who doubted me

Make them niggas suffer

Streets know, lately KT he been in his beast mode

One false move and Imma have to let that heat blow

Heat stroke, they know I'm the illest, even he know

I'm the youngest in the game, they still want me gone

That's why every time I drop, I let the streets know

He was dissing on the dead, so let him bleed slow

And for them bands, I'll turn your bitch into a freak hoe

She for the streets, yeah, she for gang nem

They be pillow talking, hell no, I can't hang with them

If I throw my bro the rock, then he above the rim

Every time he under pressure, he ain't folding in

I'ma make the best out any situation, given

Money, power, respect, they know that I'm driven

Take the police on the chase, this new car, new edition

Pray for all my sinning hope the Lord forgive me

You know I had to change my ways, I'm on that boss shit

And I ain't finna pump fake, Imma off him

And you keep saying you the realest, don't believe it

Can hear the lies, through your words so deceiving

Write a letter to my dawg, hope you receive it

And I ain't talking to the law, cause I ain't seen shit

Even if I make it grind like I'm still on the come up

(BOOM BOW)

That's the outcome if he try to run up

That's the outcome if he try to run up

I done got too damn big to pop out without my gun

Leave him on the canvas, I gotta make it back in

PTSD from the past this pistol stuck in my hand

KT and SG we like JP and Stephen

Three. five in my wood feel like I'm rolling Kevin

Throw my set up, I'm just tryna see how niggas reppin

Shit got hot up on my block, that bitch like I'm a gambler

And we was armed and dangerous like bitch watch where you steppin

Hit that top, you try to reach for any one of these necklace

Lil bro got switchy inside this striker yeah he young and reckless

He left him leaned over like he sipped a 6 of Texas

You know I had to change my ways, I'm on that boss shit

And I ain't finna pump fake, Imma off him

And you keep saying you the realest, don't believe it

Can hear the lies, through your words so deceiving

Write a letter to my dawg, hope you receive it

And I ain't talking to the law, cause I ain't seen shit

Even if I make it grind like I'm still on the come up

(BOOM BOW)

That's the outcome if he try to run up