Lyrics
How
you
gone
play
on
a
boss
Ain't
never
been
stressing
I
eat
all
my
losses
Got
like
5 phones
I'm
proceeding
with
caution
Ran
down
on
my
home
had
my
bitch
feeling
nauseous
Tossed
me
in
a
cell
I'm
still
holding
my
posture
I'm
held
without
bail,
they
was
hoping
I
lost
it
They
hoping
I
tell
just
cause
they
found
a
few
bales
I
rather
sit
in
a
cell
The
most
I
a
do
is
go
up
me
a
scale
and
go
sack
some
shit
up
send
it
out
through
the
Mail
This
for
them
niggas
who
pray
that
I
fail
Y'all
was
close
They
sacked
the
door
with
them
poles
I
hid
them
Racks
it's
right
under
they
nose
Should've
tore
down
the
ceilings
and
dug
up
the
floors
Still
to
this
day
I
had
wonder
who
told
I
guess
God
on
his
side,
they
gone
meet
when
I
know
You
ain't
never
been
inside
the
mind
of
a
trap
Out
in
the
field
with
no
way
make
it
back
Never
lost
a
job
and
had
to
go
and
make
it
happen
You
ain't
never
had
to
spend
when
you
thought
you
was
stacking
Pick
up
yo
nigga
you
seen
he
slacking
Prove
to
them
niggas
who
thought
you
was
lacking
Punch
in
them
numbers
from
cards
you
was
cracking
Or
chase
down
a
nigga
who
running
w
backends
Don't
be
mad
at
me
ma
this
my
life
I
ain't
scared
Thing
about
me
it
ain't
go
to
my
head
I
cuddle
my
pole
when
I
hop
in
the
bed
Cause
I
know
me
some
niggas
who
ended
up
dead
Know
me
some
niggas
locked
up
in
the
feds
Breaks
for
lunch
in
a
twin
sized
bed
That
ain't
made
for
us
ain't
no
money
in
there
Threw
my
lawyer
20K
I
like
freedom
instead
When
you
shake
up
a
king
you
just
watch
his
rebuttal
Back
on
the
wall
you
gone
see
how
I
hustle
Bitch
I'm
worth
more
than
him
ain't
fighting
or
tussle
Talk
down
on
me
then
force
my
hand
ima
buss
em
Stole
from
2 banks
I
might
give
you
another
Quarter
mil
cash
but
that
shit
like
a
puddle
Put
my
money
together
it
built
like
a
huddle
Bitch
go
run
this
lil
play
and
you
better
not
fumble
Yeah
uh
Better
not
fumble
Bitch
go
run
this
lil
play
and
you
better
not
fumble
You
can
play
like
a
boss
a
loss
make
'em
humble
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