Boss Smoke - Everyday Thoughts

Can't get these thoughts
Out of my head
Dreading getting out of my bed
I'm constantly stressing
Get paid no attention
Man I think I'm better off dead
But I'ma just push through this shit
Through broken bones and bruises
Cause my fam got to eat
So I'm in these streets
Everyday trying to get to this bread

My niggah you selling you coke
Naw but a niggah is selling dope
Lyrics and metaphors man
I got plentiful
These rappers is minimal
When it come to this pen bro
I'm chopping them up for dinner
While I'm holding my genitals
Holy moly this kid think he big
Just call him broly
Slow your roll homie, now listen
That's some bologna
You think you the best than show me I hear you but you just talking
Your feet ain't doing no walking
So quit it with all that boss shit
Quit the Boss shit
Niggah I been the Boss
Since I left my momma house
I'm on the proul to get the crown Smoove got it for now
But when he done with it
I might make it a headband
And run with it or jump in the game And have some fun with it
Knowing me I fuck around
And put my son in it
Shit I might put it on myself
Just to match my belt
Boy I'm a rock it like it fitted

Can't get these thoughts
Out of my head
Dreading getting out of my bed
I'm constantly stressing
Get paid no attention
Man I think I'm better off dead
But I'ma just push through this shit
Through broken bones and bruises
Cause my fam got to eat
So I'm in these streets
Everyday trying to get to this bread

Yo you got me messed up
Thinking that I ain't next up
I can not stress enough
Compared to me there is none
If I don't make the freshman list
Than somebody fucking up
And if you say I ain't the best
Than you must be on drugs
They say they know the boss
But they don't know daryin
How the fuck you know the boss but
You don't know who daryin is
Niggah I'm telling you this
Isn't the ending it's just
The beginning to the ending
For all you shivering punks
Hold up
They don't think that boss is a spitter Just listen to him go
You'll see that boss is that niggah
Go figure
A little niggah from the dub
Ripping up shit
Got a family of seven
So I ain't wasting a cent
Fuck a, niggah, dissin, boss
I'ma, put him, through the, blender
Fuck what, all that, talk, about
You can get these hands
I ain't got to pull a trigger

Can't get these thoughts
Out of my head
Dreading getting out of my bed
I'm constantly stressing
Get paid no attention
Man I think I'm better off dead
But I'ma just push through this shit
Through broken bones and bruises
Cause my fam got to eat
So I'm in these streets
Everyday trying to get to this bread

Fuck all these silly sorry suckers
I'm sick of sitting seeing spit
That shit that make sissys
Think they the shit
Im to legit, to quit the, shit that
Get the, people hype
Spitting, vicious, choppin shit
Like tech nine
Wobbldiwobbldi holymoly
She throwin it
Got her screaming out totally
While we riding down oliver st
Who is this following me
They don't know I got the heat
Under the seat
Keep following and you'll see
Eew shout out to four runners
They on a movement
And gettin to it
Don't ask for no interviews dude
My point is proven
You'll catch contusions
Trying to do this
I kill like brutus
Boy you weak like judus
My clique is on some foolish shit
So please do not go fool with them
You fake the funk you fucking up
Now I will not be cool with you
My clique is on some foolish shit
So please do not go fool with them
You fake the funk you fucking up now I will not be cool with you

Can't get these thoughts
Out of my head
Dreading getting out of my bed
I'm constantly stressing
Get paid no attention
Man I think I'm better off dead
But I'ma just push through this shit
Through broken bones and bruises
Cause my fam got to eat
So I'm in these streets
Everyday trying to get to this bread

Can't get these thoughts
Out of my head
Dreading getting out of my bed
I'm constantly stressing
Get paid no attention
Man I think I'm better off dead
But I'ma just push through this shit
Through broken bones and bruises
Cause my fam got to eat
So I'm in these streets
Everyday trying to get to this bread.

Written by:
Daryin Cotton

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