Jim Jones, Ludacris and NOE - How To Be A Boss

Murder, cash, cars, hoes
Fast life as usual is all that we know

He has risen, started from a GO prism
(hooptys)
It was hard for me to see my vision
(blinded by the light)
Because it's blurred by the V’s, I was driven
I also was distracted by head she was giving
(she kept playing) it made us wonder
It was bread we was getting
And everything we did was forbidden
Forget what they do to the law
Well some guys nasty to tame (like who?)
But we must stay anonymous
Don’t ask me no names (where’s my lawyer?)
Cause it was all for the capital gain (Ok)
How we broke bricks a world
And castles of cane (that crack)
The flipside, sports cars faster than lane
(Ferrari)
Over the money, bullets’ll tap on your brain
(bang bang) they showed me the money
I started attacking the game (the industry)
I blew a half a mill on my Agassi chain
(that’s so ice) that’s tennis on the neck
(ow) now feel the agony
We eating dinner on the jet
(yum yum) we spending all the checks
It’s drought season
Ain’t looking for life lines
And I’m just reporting like night line

How to be a boss, follow this blueprint
‘fore you kick the bucket, get rich
Leave a shoe print
Get your game grown, get your name known
Double park
Grab a bitch and get your brain blown

Nigga we used to shoot bullets
In the stop sign
But it would take a thousand bullets and the
Power of Jesus for you to stop mine
Born a hustler
Came here to blow the place up
And swore I was rich till dame
Told me get my cake up
So more money, more power, more clothes
More overseas Buggatis, more powder
More hoes
I’m the American dream, American cream
Got America leaning and see how
We serve American fiends
That’s how we get it, we spit it, split it
And get it good snatch it off Wall Street
Take it home and get it hood
I wish a nigga would, but a nigga can’t
Tell me I ain’t the boss
I’m fully loaded and you shooting blanks
You couldn’t touch me with your finger
It’s Dipset
Bitch the whole city’s full of bangers
And they gang the entertainers
So get your game grown, get your name known
Then say hello to the stainless

Come an hour out of DC, met him at the BP
20 minutes late because his chicken
Had to pee pee
Feels sneaky, kept in touch weekly
Broader cause he says he hit's
The pipe and gets sleepy
So hello to VC, watching Anna
My niggas hit the checkers while we wait
It’s greasy
Finally I spot him, he pulls up and sees me
Told me he could front me
But I’m lifting off him easy
Thinking he should keep it
And who you in the Jeep with?
My business is a secret
You too eager to leak it
Too eager to front me, too eager to pump me
In Baltimore them Fetti boys are
Too eager to hunt me
So I grabbed the rachet
Told him "you can match it"
Knowing once he tossed the product
Over I would mash it
Ain’t pay him but I flashed it
Enough to get his pass it
The black owl made his answer classic
The bastard

It’s all we know that fast life
Getting that fast money sun down to sun up
This what they taught us from a young age
We was put here people
That’s why they follow us the way they
Do because we made it lucrative
We turned a negative into positive and we me
Making a lot of fucking money from it
By the way, smile for the camera
It’s not only paparazzi taking
Flicks out here
I guess they pissed off at us people
We young, black, rich, and famous
Yo we got buttons to press, shit
Sounding like Bush
Nigga I start a war off the bleep of my phone
That’s boss talk for you
But I’d rather get the money
The best wars are the
Ones without violence fucker bang bang

Written by:
Unknown Splits, Trevor Smith, Christopher Bridges, Duane Bridgeford, Joseph Jones, Rondell Turner

Publisher:
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