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Bullshit still run a marathon, nigga
So when you come, come correct, f*ck nigga
Let's go

You losing points like bad business
I'm that bad nigga, got it wrapped and bagged, nigga
Money knot make them denim sag, nigga
Pour me up to the rim, I'm top heavy
So won't you tilt your brim to me
From the giddy, the focus been accurate
Supreme team over achievers
Act like savages
I collect souvenirs for the mantel peace
Can it be my repertoire's thicker than mechanic grease
Releasing fire like a dragon talking Japanese
Esquire, burning tires on that concrete
Three's company, many more make a party
Roberto Cavalli, designer rhymes in your audio
Killing pussies, but I ain't here to hurt nobody
I'm slick, sick, boiling, liquor toddies
Boa constrict your leader bitch with tight exotic
Spit periodic with logic, bitch, that's so hydraulic

There's only one Boss, the nigga that call the shots
I'm in the driver's seat, metro, drop it off
Country folk, drop it off
Purely connections, business professional
I'm bout my cheese hoe, ain't nothing personal

There's only one Boss, the nigga that call the shots
I'm in the driver's seat, metro, drop it off
Country folk, drop it off
Purely connections, business professional
I'm bout my cheese hoe, ain't nothing personal

Like a cash drop, I keep it coming, don't stop
Mechanism turning your padlock, you'll need Matlock
Or mad luck, get your ass up
Dress code be sinister like Destro
Running them militants
I'm a tic in a New York minute
Get to the grit or get blemished, Bitch nigga
I'm the fountain of truth
Wide open like a two door coupe
My eyes scoping, chopping judo suit
Hit that egg till it's sprouting with juice
Niggas dread, but they ain't locking who
Me, yes sir, indeed
Internally you bleed, I'm the shade in the trees
I'm the play that got the ring
I'm the coach in the Mother fucking team, nigga

There's only one Boss, the nigga that call the shots
I'm in the driver's seat, metro, drop it off
Country folk, drop it off
Purely connections, business professional
I'm bout my cheese hoe, ain't nothing personal

There's only one Boss, the nigga that call the shots
I'm in the driver's seat, metro, drop it off
Country folk, drop it off
Purely connections, business professional
I'm bout my cheese hoe, ain't nothing personal

Pass me my XO, I'm feeling special
Spilling verbs that just echo
I'm like Klepto with escrow, I be so successful
Dough oriented, it's glory in it
I'm all in it, like big grabs and big grams
Got your nose in it
Rock your boat bitches tidal wave the club
With my niggas up in here
Cloudy atmosphere with drugs, no love
For you advertisers, playing major
Minimize your desktop
Head wop, half a vizor's,  head shot
Bumbaclot, decompose to body rott
When money stops, analyze
You fucking up, so bring the rest back to the shop
So I can mix it, blend it, repackage, tabletop
Pressure points, on these pussies quit freezing on the job

There's only one Boss, the nigga that call the shots
I'm in the driver's seat, metro, drop it off
Country folk, drop it off
Purely connections, business professional
I'm bout my cheese hoe, ain't nothing personal

There's only one Boss, the nigga that call the shots
I'm in the driver's seat, metro, drop it off
Country folk, drop it off
Purely connections, business professional
I'm bout my cheese hoe, ain't nothing personal

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