Lil Pentagram - Cost (feat. Young Buck, Diamond G.A.N.G. Zay, T Low & Indo Slim)

I just wanna know what it cost, to be the fucking boss
I just really really want it all all

I slanged out i sacrificing everything that I own
I gave my soul up I seen the devil I made peace and ease
I went it to war and back I love you mama, ill be okay with me
If I die there please don't cry I know you raised a g
I aint never talked about know fuckboy that ran away from
Im a dope boy from portland, you know about them keys
We can knuckle up or slide out, my goons collect in teeth
I gives a fuck about the drama boy im, Im all about my cheese

I just wanna know what it cost, to be the fucking boss,
I just really really want it all all

A couple bodies and a couple bricks just to be boss
Give a couple a house and wrist watch cost a key of soft
22 the a may back bitch im back I been getting off
License plates say pay back real boss niggas took a loss
Old school got the top down and its raining
Bad bitches been asking what ive been doing, hoe maintaining
Six O to the world
Country nigga with a blue bandanna, cuh what you claiming
I got the bricks I got the pounds, im out here campaigning
I got the sticks, a hundred rounds, im out here gun slanging
We take the hits, looking around here for niggas that out here playing
Street nigga and im bossed up what is you saying bitch its BUCK

I just wanna know what it cost, to be the fucking boss,
I just really really want it all all

Thirty in the dick, smell a pussy smacking make them tongue kiss
Third eye illuminated, I see you before you see me
Block rocker Im a super saiyen, got a bad bitch goto war about me
Im in Alabama ima in Atlanta im in New York down to south beach
White knuckle grip on the game cause I aint made if you aint ask me
Drop a pack in Houston baby, let her double back past Miami
You flexing for that Instagram I make it snow like Andes
This loud talk, it came from here, but, I swear I smell like Cali
Have you ever seen a hood nigga take trips like these up oversees
My lemon squeeze, hollow up op out like two parentheses
This game shit, mafia organization businesses, when you sit with me
The block wasn't hard enough we came out with that 43
GANG

I just wanna know what it cost, to be the fucking boss
I just really really want it all all

Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
Fucking with boss like me
All you got to know that im stacking my cheese
Tlow on deck with this chrome ass heats
Fucking with death and its cold like freeze

Talking about techs, and i sold these keys
Getting my paper from the coco leaves
Fuck with my gauge when you on yo knees

I want cash, but I stay by greens
Ive been on my paper route, when im taking flights to the fucking south
But I bang the west you better shut your mouth
Ride around town with that slugger round

But Its ya boy T-Low, with that soaka gang
Camera lights action, fuck the fame
Man im in this shit with a pinky ring

You better better pay your way, this is getho made
The familiar, weed to hot fire extinguisher
Sitting in my whip counting up skrilla up
Smoking that kill guerrilla skunk
Counting my mills, took the business up
Throwing my money to the ceilings up
Counting my mil the feelings, up
Throwing my money to the ceilings, uh

Im feeling up

I just wanna know what it cost, to be the fucking boss,
I just really really want it all all

Yea I did what I did and said what I said, my native my native
Got Zay, got Pentagram, and Buck
Never get them out of luck take his head my native my native
And that just a metaphor, go and play it however you need it
Did it for crumbs, had to severe and bleed emand
Then shot the shit with the cleverest heathens i mean
What I mean is, I fuck with the meanest, still got a heart full of gold
Don't lets the jokes, and the fact that Im approachable fool i spark you to cold

Yea morals and ethics, up in court I was reckless
Emerging your mom telling me to shut up and support my essence
What the fuck do you know about sitting in prison
What did you you know about sleeping outside, got nobody with you to kick it and listen
Man I been in all a cross the nation and
Ol girl probably be mad at me still
And I couldn't have given a fuck with her messy lil bun and raggedy heals
Bitch im Indo

Written by:
sion choi

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