Boss Smoke - Primitive Thoughts

Momma said never settle
My dad he said you know better
Than fucking up all that cheddar
Boy stack it and get your bread up
My son he said daddy come back
I'm trying follow in your foot steps
My daughters they all some queens So they all got what they need
I'm fucking up everywhere
I go I don't know
What makes sense no more
Im just tired of sitting at home Thinking about
What I could be doing so I
Get out in these streets and start
Spitting on all these beats
Cause that's all there is to me
Seems like therapy to release
Or I, could just sit back
With a pack, roll up some fatties
In fact I might relax, laid back
Like daddies lac
Im rockin the socks off these
Amature niggahs then
Rocking the socks
Right off of they bitches
You running with us
Than you getting them digits
You come against us
Than you end up in ditches
I don't got no time for you
Industry niggahs I stay independent
I bet I be bigger, think you are better
Man how do you figure
I said I'm the boss
I cant be any clearer, hold up
I think these niggahs want to
Trip with me, til they seen
I had the clique wit me
I think these bitches trying to
Play on me
I think these niggahs trying to
Switch up on me
I see that shadow sneaking up on me
But don't you play me
For no dummy niggah
I'm not no dummy niggah
Im rolling with some
Dummy niggahs, cause they go
Dummy niggah, make your ass
The dumpee niggah
And if you coming then come on
Im killing them like sodium
You jelly, call em patrolium, holy shit
Hold on, come against me
And you might be alright
Go against family, that is your life
I can not stop
So I'm running the light
And please do not try me
I'm strapped to the nine, no tech
But Im blessed, I'm ice cold
Like rolex, I roll up then roll again
Then what's next, triple threat
I got a problem with rapping
I do not know what just happen
It just flow out out of me
I got the power, that these rappers
Wish that they had
I got to get to the bag
No I don't know shit about that
If ain't about none this cash
Get the fuck out my face bitch
Hold up, if nothing else
Than I'm a get rich, pour up
But you won't catch me drinking
Shit, roll up, this weed
Got me thinking
This weed got me thinking
This weed got me thinking like
I think these bitches trying to
Play on me
I think these niggahs trying to
Switch up on me
I see that shadow sneaking up on me
But don't you play me
For no dummy niggah

Written by:
Daryin Cotton

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