On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, Iâmma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ainât touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
Iâm fryin out my ride cuz Iâm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, Iâmma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ainât touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
Iâm fryin out my ride cuz Iâm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)
Late night, great bright, yea your phone table
Turn brinks to crunks, major we get yo
We bangin cheese, Unit be my motherfuckin label
Iâm outlaw, Pac in, Hussein Fado
A sick brain, momâs missed the pinato
Split cruising, toosin, hold em like bagels
Iâm in the bay though, feeling Fuego
Smoking on purp and Iâll go like Lakers yo
Iâmma base through, Bogus brand capo
With 6 foot, all hundred dollar bill capo
And my son OG like the masons
Lamos talkin bout bread and never make none
When I cop that bullet, pullin like Iâm never lude you
And the laws be lookin for someone for restitution
When Iâm walkin through â stopping you at the revolution
And when I talk this shit, G salute like Larry Hoove
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, Iâmma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ainât touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
Iâm fryin out my ride cuz Iâm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, Iâmma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ainât touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
Iâm fryin out my ride cuz Iâm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)
All them leathers fine, pedal to the metal fly
Sippin on my reddal tie, hella high
Leggo guy, spending digit get em low
Killing nigga in assault
Niggas see Iâm strapped like Iâm rockin Wayne skinny so
Young money general, young with money getting mo
Found these BBSâs so Iâm staking til them brick the most
Get up on my level toe, wanted by them pretty hoes
Ridin to the max, I ainât strapped but a fella know
See Iâm on my T.I., bitch Iâm bout my Bia
These motherfuckers see us go die before they see that
You said itâs on no B block itâs open fire when I see guns
Everything to the right, I be whilin girl and Iâm east side
Seelin flat, no camel, Iâll be holdin all the ammo
Hoppin on the Cebanal, throwin aroma candle
Reppified â go blamo
Black dragon like Rambo
GodDamn, my dog in this park is in what I have you
I got to
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, Iâmma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ainât touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
Iâm fryin out my ride cuz Iâm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, Iâmma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ainât touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
Iâm fryin out my ride cuz Iâm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)
Fore you disrespecting, how the fuck you couldnât see me?
In that black GTC with humps in the ella 50
Get every day, Iâm fessing out every stations
With a nigga such a fearless, looking bitch at my gangâs wager
Girl scout cookies, bought a boat thatâs why Iâm always bakin
Wreck with thin bricks, build a empire, shoulda been a mason
Why your favorite rapper tell you that he isnât trickin?
As it makes then get right back to cheatin on these records
God as my witness, any nigga that got his shit slipped
He deserved it, never knocked a nigga down over no district
Soldier of fortune, pay on the porch torchin
Why every nigga that I fuck with you can go to stick a fork in
Count your blessings because raps assessing promise to you
You could be like me, still be doing shit that you say you do
Happen to hit your block for food while you losin a few
A show in the tonic, worth it no matter how much they pay you
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, Iâmma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ainât touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
Iâm fryin out my ride cuz Iâm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin
On the B.O.S boss, money makin on my grind, Iâmma shine
Talkin nothing suckas, you ainât touchin mine cuz you dyin
On the B.O.S. getting money time
Iâm fryin out my ride cuz Iâm livin on my rhyme man, man lyin (On the B.O.S!)