Boss Dealings

So there's about a million ways to make a million dollars

I know some chicks who try to make it from they baby fathers

I know some niggas that will shoot you right in front the cops

And do that 23 hour locked in the box

As a youth I prayed I make it out of poverty

Without rap, I would still be into robbery

Self conscious, self made

Got my life out of coach, upgrade

They try to claim it's a brand new game

Some brand new nigga sounded brand new lames

A brand new view from young OG's perspective

I love Newport so I iced out the necklace

I grew out of that, and got rid of it

And made chicks eat chicks on they period, eww

Uh that's nasty, got a song with Cassie

That should prolly tell you that I'm at least half classy

Reefer smoke, reefer smoke, fuck it let the reefer smoke

They can't afford the sour so they go and get the cheaper smoke

It's premeditated, I'm a highly dedicated

Highly medicated, shit, fuck it nigga

Smoking a Jernt, scribbled in my tablets

Stone thoughts nigga, scared of brain mathematics

Weed blurring my vision

Still see them digits add up to that Bentley truck

Parking sensor's beeping when I back up

I ain't got it now, but by the time you hear this

I instagram that motherfucker, hot boxing it

So many clouds we smoking, looking like a rolling explosion

Them bad bitches know him, kush and Gucci cologne

Releasing they pheromones, she horny

Looking for escape route, her man's be on it

Cops style, that bitch wild, I'm parked outside, I'm waiting on her

Back door flow, ho sled in the coupe with weed rolled up

Drove off, Jet life never die, G code Cause

Pinky finger's frozen, Cuban link golden

Only built for that shit that them niggas kill for

Audio dope, fly as everything you never saw, forever raw

Yeah, that's us dog

Nigga you ain't getting high, what the fuck you give a fuck for

I just float, and watch the money come

Hustle when I was 12, own shit when I was 21

Whether walking or driving, I'm on the money run

Do it for jail niggas, microwaving they honey bun

Now everybody 'bout that life

You got shooters, I'm a shoot an eye out your life

That's the off switch, boss shit, couple niggas and corpses

Ask the security, y'all niggas up in the office

I get busy with the pounds, keys, and Taurus

That's a loaded gun, nigga start the Vet, let the motor run

Light the jedi, watch Yoda come

Tell em fuck em all nigga yeah I said it

I like to buy my shit, I don't care for credit

You can blank it out, I don't care to edit

Any rapper alive is who I dare to set it, yeah

It's Ghost, Spitta, and NO, let your man know

I have your face looking like you just fucked up an endo

Ew, nigga, ew, nigga