Lyrics Cost Of A Boss (Music Lab TV Freestyle - T1a

My cuzzy snaked me for some trainer money
My other cuzzy told my other cuzzy not to trust me
Maybe he should have listened
I laugh when nothings funny
My hands are bloody digging bricks in where the waters muddy
That bitch told me she loved me but I knew she was forcing
I had live for that nigga but now I want to corpse him
That's a lessoned I learned
The live you have for niggas it ain't never returned
The blood that runs through me ain't the same blood as yearn how can u be my family
You've been ginnel from birth
Am I cursed?
I numb the pain with the Sterling it works
Or if not usher these youths let it burn
So I'm on graft mark ten
It's lonely on this road but I don't trust no friend
Me and Beth in a Benz
Swerving lane to lane trying to duck from the Feds

I'm flipping paper like a pastor in church
I put the graft in like a traveller with turf
I get it Smokey like a Rasta with herb
And I don't ever put my trust in there word

I thought that we were friends oh boy was I wrong
Nuff man love to pretend that ain't what I'm on
They laughed when I was weaker than them but now that I'm strong
Delilah wan trim me again but I ain't Samson
Back it out and watch em all fold up like a Samsung
Fam I'll mash the work on my own don't need no hang ons
Pussy u ain't bout it stop boasting bout what ya mans done
I've done robberies like piss tests mandatory and random
But dem think seh me easy walking with a stiff leg
Hoping Lala don't see me
Unuh man live beg friend
And I've never been needy
He told his brethren I'm a pussy but acts shook when he sees me
That's why I say fuck friends
It's lonely on this road but I don't trust no men
Me and Beth in a Benz
Swerving lane to lane
Trying to duck form the feds

I'm flipping paper like a pastor in church
I put the graft in like a traveller with turf
I get it Smokey like a Rasta with herb
And I don't ever put my trust in there word