Boss

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