BOSS Lyrics

Yeah, take one

Let me boost my vocals up a little bit

Yeah, look, came back from my resurrection like J Christ

I won't die, I'm like a cat, I got nine lives

Motherfuckers said I was gone for a long time

Barricaded up in a room this whole time

Sorry about that, I was caged in my own mind

Suicidal on the carpet with daggers and knives

I'm doing better now, dude, I'm feeling fine

First time since June that I'm outside

Hid myself from all mankind

Like Batman, I had a lot of dark nights

Something switched up inside my mind

If you don't want beef, don't come get a slice

I swear my mind slipped into darkness

I've done seen it all, I've hung with the heartless

Fuck with my family, dawg, it's over, I promise

Step up in the cemetery, pick a fight with your carcass

Up in the 4th, I'm the boss, I'm the sergeant

Down for my fam like the American mob is

Approach with caution, I can get hot like five in a cartridge

Man of concentration and I'm not talking Auschwitz

Find out that I'm not soft as cartilage

Not a gangster, I mean that

But how I kill tracks, though, it's hard to believe that

Almost quit music, but suddenly relapsed

I'm from a small harbor town where back then

There was like 8K around

Foster, Filer, Danaher, Melendy

After 10 o'clock, dawg, shit would pop heavy

But me and my guys, our eyes were on the fetty

I don't need jail, so I'm working 750

Harsh winters, though, everybody moving shifty

Want a better life, so I gotta move quickly

Yeah, daydream another world

One where I'm wanted and I'm dating all these cover girls

I just wanna be free, wanna be me

So this music life was the key

For all you, whoever did me wrong, God got you

Talk behind me and I got to cut loose

That ain't the shit that a real boss do

You ain't shit

For all you, whoever did me wrong, God got you

Talk behind me and I got to cut loose

That ain't the shit that a real boss do

You ain't shit, uh

I done hung with brothers all up in the cut

They told me how it sounds when them bars shut

How they feel America has spit them up

Deemed worthless, feel like they ain't enough

Maybe over mistakes, they given up

Come out, no money for food up in they gut

Put myself in they shoes, tear ducts flood

Court fees, and charges for a little bud

While it feels like elites always steal from us

Political scandals, they dangerous

They nervous with the way I talk, now what

Cause I'm out here exposing all the bad blood

Well fuck it, I feel like I'm all one

That politically correct shit, I'm so done

And even though out here I get a lot of love

But my one's in the air for brothers who've had none

For all you, whoever did me wrong, God got you

Talk behind me and I got to cut loose

That ain't the shit that a real boss do

You ain't shit

For all you, whoever did me wrong, God got you

Talk behind me and I got to cut loose

That ain't the shit that a real boss do

You ain't shit

I'm a light skinned dude with a dark style flow

With a nice new swag you ain't ever seen before

Since Drake back in 06, kicking down the door

Boss like me, then you might already know

Light skinned dude with a dark style flow

With a nice new swag you ain't ever seen before

Since Drake back in 06, kicking down the door

Boss like me, then you might already know