paroles de chanson BOSS BIZZ (feat. KB Tm & Jerome The Prince) - Lil Core

I be getting to that bag, I'm on my boss shit
I'm addicted to this paper like that dope shit
I can spot a rat for miles on that scope shit
Pussy nigga stay out my way, this a brand new A.R.P
On God, I be chasing bags, I be chasing stacks

They ask me if I smoke, I have to tell them I don't smoke no grass
They know I'm on my grind, they know I'm on my boss shit
They hearin' mo of Core, now they tryna hop onto the mix

They hear KB, now they tryna hop onto the mix
Now she wanna bounce round like a bunny on me
I told her I won't fall for her tricks

Crazy, she thought she could mess up my mind
My mind is the sharpest point of me, no lyin'
Talk to my brother, iron sharpen iron
We stickin' together, leading pack of lions
Mufasa and Scar without history scared
I see the future, we going to Pluto or Mars
She steady thinkin' 'bout me when she mentions the stars
I'm destined to go very far

And I'm suited and tied up, business etiquette
Being like me, rappers desperate
Only years ago, nobody messed with it
Gave it to God, He uplifted it, uh
I try to find myself through all the struggle
Only thing brought me through was just the hustle
Look at myself in the mirror, I'm spitting like Wayne on a terror
I make this my era, not error

See, God made the plan for me
He made me the man, so guess that's the man to me
G.O.D., testify every day, every night
Lovingly, honestly, that's the headspace where I've got to be
Hop on the track with my brother, it sting
'Cause this verse the best, yeah, it's got to be

Mocking me, stalking me, talk to me, faithful things you gon' hear
That from me, stop hating, G
Stop all that hating, G
Who in the world is a rapper that's topping me?

One take kid, I do this every day
When it comes to the game, I don't play
Know that I don't play
Know that I don't play
'Cause the bars so fast, everything fire off just like AK
Okay, I'm on my boss bizz, I'm with Lil Core
Young Brown, every day we running up the score
If they wanna do it with me, you can have some more

Ayy, one thing about me, dawg, I'm always thinking money
My girl face a ten and her ass is a twenty
Grinding day and night, dawg, I'm not kidding

Like I'm Cudi from the States to Australia
They stream the boy, they love me, ayy
One thing for certain, I ain't going back to broke
I sell it for the high, but I buy it for the low

The grass ain't always greener, so I'm out here trying to grow mine
Look into my mind and what you'll find is a goldmine
Look into my catalog and what you'll find is hits
I don't feel no pressure, I'm detecting every blitz

My haters in denial, let's be honest, dawg, they tripping
How ironic, they be hating, but every weekend they listen
To every single word that I recite inside my verses
I pray my team keeps flourishing and never fills them hearses

I kill the competition, that's just facts
Man, that's how it's been, been that way since I begun
It'll stay that way until the end, Jerome The Prince
Ayy, fuck them nine to five's, I might take another hour drive

I'm my own nigga, I can find my own vibe
She saw me, then she asked for the Gram
I told her I can't find the time
I'm my own nigga, I'm my own vibe
I'm my own boss, fuck a nine to five, bitch
Huh, huh, huh

I be getting to that bag, I'm on my boss shit
I'm addicted to this paper like that dope shit
I can spot a rat for miles on that scope shit
Pussy nigga stay out my way, this a brand new A.R.P
On God, I'm gone, I be chasing bags, I be chasing stacks
They ask me if I smoke, I have to tell them I don't smoke no grass
They know I'm on my grind, they know I'm on my boss shit
They hearin' mo of Core, now they tryna hop onto the mix