Raw Deal Da Don - Boss'N

Track Name: Boss’N

(Verse 1)
(Raw Deal Da Don)
Jordan year vibes
Got me back on my boss shit
These niggas couldn’t fill my shoes
They aint the right fit
Steady moving up
Ain’t no room up in this cockpit
Tried to tell ‘em years ago
The boy been a prophet
Got a D-N-A that a nigga can’t replicate
Claim they do it better
All they seem to do is emulate
Hating on the kid
Seems my status only imitates
You step up to this ring
Bitch you mixing with a heavyweight
Call it fate
I’m just living out my destiny
Don’t trust a lot of people
Gotta keep a thing close to me
My delivery like kudo,
So when I cop 2 of everything
Know it’s just to boost my ego
Swag too official
Steal his chick
You know he know he can’t compete
Looking in the eyes
Got him praying that we’ll never meet
Boss up
Pressure on
Gotta let these niggas know
Trying to stop the kid
Is like Curry shooting free throws

(Chorus)
I don’t wanna feel like
There’s nobody over me
I can handle fakers
If your nice follow me
I don’t have a killer
Telling me I’m lovely
I can have em like that
What you wanna see
Focus
Tell me what you wanna do
You don’t need a rank or
You don’t need to look that good
If you have the paper
Right they’re where you used it to
And you’d be a big boss
Heyyyy

(Verse 2)
(Female)
I get love from all of my fans
Spreaded diamonds all in my hands
When you wanna a buddy
You can call me friend
Yeah, you can call me friend
I have Ferraris
And I brought my own
I have assistants who answer my phone
And I’m netting, just writing
Just riding the songs
Yeah,
Sorry
I don’t need your money
I like to pay my parties
I don’t need
Some- some- body, body else,
Body else, body else
Sorry
I don’t need your money
I like to pay my parties
I don’t need
Some- some- body, body else,
Body else

(Chorus)
I don’t wanna feel like
There’s nobody over me
I can handle fakers
If your nice follow me
I don’t have a killer
Telling me I’m lovely
I can have em like that
What you wanna see
Focus
Tell me what you wanna do
You don’t need a rank or
You don’t need to look that good
If you have the paper
Right they’re where you used it to
And you’d be a big boss
Heyyyy


(Verse 3)
(Raw Deal Da Don)
You see I got my steps right
Perseverance got me up next
And ain’t too many close to my level
But I ain’t gotta flex
Balling like it’s Nike
So you know the kid is getting checks
I Came up out the mud
Been a star
Give me my respect
Went from unknown to full blown/
I did that
Told me I would never get on/
Yeah I did that
I ain’t got no time for these fake hoes
Or new friends
Do my own thing
Independent
Don’t need to follow trends
Imma just get to the bag
Fuck what a hater say
Devine intuition
You’ll never know the moves I play
Had to level up
Kept grinding till I get it right
Funny how they love me now
Bitch I thought I won’t your type
Always slept on (um hmm)
Let em line up and try
I’m handing out L’s
Like when Brady slept on Eli
Living good now
Here’s a toast
Gotta though it up
Come and fuck with me
Cause I can boss ya life up

(Chorus)
I don’t wanna feel like
There’s nobody over me
I can handle fakers
If your nice follow me
I don’t have a killer
Telling me I’m lovely
I can have em like that
What you wanna see
Focus
Tell me what you wanna do
You don’t need a rank or
You don’t need to look that good
If you have the paper
Right they’re where you used it to
And you’d be a big boss
Heyyyy

Written by:
ANTONIO HENDRICKS, CHRISTOPH SCHREINER

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