Yung.King.Cole - Boss Shit

Real trap shit boy I got 2 phones
Real boss shit boy I never stay home
Real nigga shit boy swag cannot cloned
I be mobbing by myself if you fake then leave me lone

Papa was a rolling stone
Coast to coast man he be gone
Since a jit i been with the shits
Get it on my own
Gotta safe then ima crack code like I crack these hoes
Gotta watch for the moves I make can't be stepping wrong
Im the dorm room don college el chapo
All my work official you scan with a barcode
Head on swivel always looking for the narcos
The opps searching for me like my first name Marco
Polo the cologne Gucci what I got on truly im in the zone remember
When I Was I told stand on yo toes
Pressure either make you fold help grow
Last name Cole im diamond in the rough
Rocking Gold hella cold like im feeling sick
Bitches on my dick
That's the only time she get a tip
Forgive the ignorance living like fucking pimp
Walking with limp got the sac got by fucking sac
I aint got no sense blow some cents while im up in 5th
Sip on some hen Im going in like im headed to the fucking pen
I got some years in this bitches and I know that ima win
Its looking grim they call me reaper cuz I did em in

Real trap shit boy I got 2 phones
Real boss shit boy I never stay home
Real nigga shit boy swag cannot cloned
I be mobbing by myself if you fake then leave me lone

Written by:
Anthony Cole

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