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
And we on two different times, you better get your funds up

I could quit rappin today and be rich if I wanna
Balling like an athlete, but don't got no jumper
Tryna find out who gon' slime me like this shit among us
And when that shit was going bad, you showed your true colors

All them L'S I took was nothing, that shit made me tougher
And for them niggas who doubted me
Make them niggas suffer
Streets know, lately KT he been in his beast mode

One false move and Imma have to let that heat blow
Heat stroke, they know I'm the illest, even he know
I'm the youngest in the game, they still want me gone
That's why every time I drop, I let the streets know

He was dissing on the dead, so let em bleed slow
And for them bands, I'll turn your bitch into a freak hoe
She for the streets, yeah, she for gang nem
They be pillow talking, hell no, I can't hang with them

If I throw my bro the rock, then he above the rim
Every time he under pressure, he ain't folding in
I'ma make the best out any situation, given
Money, power, respect, they know that I'm driven

Take the police on the chase, this new car, new edition
Pray for all my sinning hope the Lord forgive me
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 he try to run up
Get rich or die trying
I was getting to the bag while these niggas getting high

Never quitting on my guys, even if we do collide
Before it turn to the worst, you know I'm quick to improvise
Gotta listen to these words, speak the truth through my rhymes
You know this shit is food for thought for your mind

Close my eyes and all that shit I dreamed about
I had to buy
All these labels trying to sign, split a mill with the guys
That's real love, but I don't feel love

I know they don't really feel us
We be taking medication just to heal us
After all the good we did, still want to kill us
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 he receive it

And I ain't talking to the law, cause I ain't see 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