2 Raw - Boss Up

Lemme lone, yeah little hoe its on, y'all done got me up in my zone
One bedroom off of Telephone, bitches tryna bone
That was then, this is now, never switched up watch me switch my style
Don't even try to bargain, need that paper up front, ain't giving no free trails boi
Back, back, I don't need favors, do it for the team I'ma team player
Gotta go hard like I'm R. Kelly in a room full of teenagers
Cause I swear these people been sleepin', Cali kush got me Cali dreaming
Thinking fuck the rap game, 'bout to make racks off of selling all my semen
But that wouldn't be the worst thing, tryna find who real but stopped searching
Got tatted on my damn face, now they think I'm MS13
Tell 'em what I been thru but they won't believe 'em no worries all good potna
Couldn't walk a day in these shoes, take your ass back to Kids Foot Locker
Same ones that was doubting be the same ones saying don't forget about 'em
Money come an go, blessings what I'm counting, you can't hit the blunt girl don't know where your mouth been
If you want it, get up off yo couch then, tryna make more moves fuck announcing
They ain't wanna give me shit so I went out and I got this shit without them

Paid my dues I had to boss up
Draped out and I'm sauced up
Back then hoes didn't want me, no worries your loss love
Paid my dues I had to boss up, Paid my dues I had to boss up
Look at how I finesse, I ain't even gotta flex
Better pay me my respect, want it all, nothing less
Look at how I finesse, I ain't even gotta flex
Better pay me my respect, want it all, nothing less
On the Southside we staying paid motherfucker

Look, been fighting these demons and I just got through from fighting a case
Fighting to fit in, knowing damn well I be looking so damn outta place, man look at they face
When I drop the shit that I be dropping it be feeling like fate
Can't shake your hand cause I know that you fake, I came for the ransom like Drizzy '08
Man I had to think twice
Cause I almost threw my whole life away for a bitch who probably sucked on another man dick the same night
Probably go ghost if I cop me a phantom
My future golden like wrappers on magnums, ugly flow but now they calling me handsome
I ain't been the same since my last acid trip had 'em saying whats up with me
Learned as long as my soul & spirit stay intact ain't nothing y'all can do to fuck with me
And I heard your honey want a nut like the Cheerios with the Bumblebee
I don't want her she ain't nothing to me, I got it out the mud and now you stuck with me, boi

Paid my dues I had to boss up
Draped out and I'm sauced up
Back then hoes didn't want me, no worries your loss love
Paid my dues I had to boss up, Paid my dues I had to boss up
Look at how I finesse, I ain't even gotta flex
Better pay me my respect, want it all, nothing less
Look at how I finesse, I ain't even gotta flex
Better pay me my respect, want it all, nothing less
On the Southside we staying paid motherfucker

Written by:
Robert Villarreal

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