Letra de Boss - YN Jay

(Feat. Payroll Giovanni)

(Thank you, GC)

Just tryna figure out

You ain't even got no workers, you a fake boss

Like how is you—?

How?

You ain't even got no workers, you a fake boss

You can call me anything, but I ain't soft

Hate niggas stickin' on my clothes, shit, ayy

Startin' to rub off

Nigga got popped 'fore he even got the gun off

You was probably weak when you was— damn

You was probably weak when you was young 'cause your son soft

Nigga got popped, yeah, he left early, but he came back

Tried to run off

Plug make it rain and these bitches, they can't even get the ones off

I just smoked a big-ass Backwood that knocked the lungs off

Nigga happy 'cause he the promoter, you the club boss

But you still not the boss in the crib

Blowin' 'Woods in the crib with the boss

I was probably by myself in the crib with a Voss

Nigga got his first job, tryna live like a boss

I got niggas shootin' for me, they gon' kill for the boss

I just wanna buy a million dollar crib like a boss

I don't work for nobody, bitch, I live like a boss

Even if I'm back workin', bitch, I'm still like the boss

'Cause I'm real like the boss, bitch, I'm still like the boss

You just live like a boss, you really ain't no boss

You the type that go broke tryna steal from the boss

He won't never see no wins 'cause he live for the loss

Bitch, you live for the cause, get him killed, what it cost?

I'm in the crib, it's a loft

Bitch hit a ball with a stick, it was golf

If you still catch a bullet, one hand, Randy Moss

My niggas go to work, they gon' kill for the boss

I know you ain't the boss 'cause your boss is my mans

(It's my nigga for real)

That don't make you a boss, 'cause your shoes cost a band

Nah, let me get deep (Four-one)

Who you feedin'? Who you leadin'? Is your circle eatin'?

Who you meetin'? Can you touch a nigga without even reachin'?

Who you teachin'? Oh, you just like usin' the word?

I can politic with killers, drug dealers, and the nerds

First boss I ever met sold birds, so I wanted one

Had to build from a half track, they wouldn't front me one

In the process, I became my own boss

Tables turned, now what you got for me? I don't need y'all

I done had my pockets weak to keep the team strong

I ain't trippin' on positions long as we ball

They see me sippin' Don P with my mink on

But the work I put in you don't see, dog

My mans told me that he havin' his way, he wanna thank me

This shit I smirk about while gettin' shore for them Mercedes

I put it down like them boss niggas in the eighties

Matchin' 580s, you with a boss, baby

(Thank you, GC)

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