Boss Thoughts

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Aye Aron

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Had it bad why they mad
Now they want what I have
Yeah the bag gettin fat
Ima need to get a staff
Made it far so fast I ain’t slowin down, lookin back naw
Where I’m at naw barely ever see the past at all
Inside of my brain
Money in a monologue
Rich nigga dialogue
Thinkin boss thoughts
Private space on the plane
Premium in my car
Can't run out of sauce
Cause I’m in charge
Thought of switching directions
Ended up switching the perception
Nigga I aint have no money I was out there countin my blessings
Now I wanna party all night this late night life can get obsessive
Woke up to next to a baddy
She said daddy I’m so congested
She wanna do it all over again I must protest it
I love having fun but I do not love it more than progression
You leave me numb
When I leave, don’t be stressin
Work this much so you aint gotta work don’t get defensive
Nigga once told me I lost my touch I turned into a detective
I found out I had it right after I found my intention
I’m touching these young niggas
They don’t have no direction
I’m starting to think that rich or poor is your own reflection
I’m takin a record I’m knockin it out like TKO
Every night I fall asleep its like PTO
Put it on auto pilot but it look like I’m hittin the turbo
They just want me to fail but I love it tho
Had it bad why they mad
Now they want what I have
Yeah the bag gettin fat
Ima need to get a staff
Made it far so fast I ain’t slowin down, lookin back naw
Where I’m at naw barely ever see the past at all
Inside of my brain
Money in a monologue
Rich nigga dialogue
Thinkin boss thoughts
Private space on the plane
Premium in my car
Can't run out of sauce
Cause I’m in charge
I’m livin large you can live inside of my garage it’s like an apartment
Mary Jane it look like I’m supplying the market
Tellin me sign that line I beg your pardon
Never sold my soul now look at the margins
Think I’m stallin but I’m workin why she callin
It’s so hard to hang it up when it’s ya callin
You say that I do this often wait until I’m off then
I gotta show these niggas I never lost it
Nigga once told me I lost my touch I turned into a detective
I found out I had it right after I found my intention
I’m touching these young niggas
They don’t have no direction
I’m starting to think that rich or poor is your own reflection
I’m takin a record I’m knockin it out like TKO
Every night I fall asleep its like PTO
Put it on auto pilot but it look like I’m hittin the turbo
They just want me to fail but I love it tho
Had it bad why they mad
Now they want what I have
Yeah the bag gettin fat
Ima need to get a staff
Made it far so fast I ain’t slowin down, lookin back naw
Where I’m at naw barely ever see the past at all
Inside of my brain
Money in a monologue
Rich nigga dialogue
Thinkin boss thoughts
Private space on the plane
Premium in my car
Can't run out of sauce
Cause I’m in charge

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