Lyrics Chairman of the Board - Stogie T

Give me a manager
Give me a boss
Tell em I was sent up here
By the chairman of board

And of course they can't stand
'Cause he came from the bottom to grandstand em
They got bread put the butter
He got bread from the gutter, goddammit
Sliver spoon fed motherfuckers always snooze but still get supper
See, the moon from the hustle
Let the dude do the impossible and get up
From a bank teller, just a small town fella
Crystal ball fortune teller
[?] Father God said never
Self made Mr. Car Salesman ace up your sleeves, weigh in
Get paid look at them saving out the ace to [?] the champagne
They doubted the campaign, what a goddamn shame
Built the towers and come up and
The king maker
Put the chain on the stomach, the win greater
If you real player, put your glove in the sky for a real player
Now real, player

Let's hear another one, round of applause
Put your glasses in the air for the chairman of the board
Here's to the hustlers, cheers to the boss
Tell em I was sent up here by the chairman of the board

Get the divas by hook or crook
'Till it look like a Madiba photobook
This niggas buck like they swim with sharks
But they barely hook us, no
Can't compare with the [?]
Now they shop and look for a sharper look
Killer wrist wear Captain Hook
Only this way up the hood
On your own shit and stay out for good
They bast here
Take a taxi take a train, third class here
They hustling, taking chances, making them ends and flashing
With them ornaments that on a man
Switching chicks wishing they call again
They doubted the campaign, what a goddamn shame
Leaving the towers and come up and
The king maker
Put the chain on the stomach, the win greater
If you real player, put your glove in the sky for a real player
Now real, player

Let's hear another one, round of applause
Put your glasses in the air for the chairman of the board
Here's to the hustlers, cheers to the boss
Tell em I was sent up here by the chairman of the board

You not the type that can sit at the [?] business with sharks
You not the type to wish, work hard and see it tomorrow
Only the toughest, modest can survive in this jungle of ours
This not for the boys this one is for the bulls