[Intro: Badda TD]
(LoudPack)
(God damn, I'm finally a boss)
(Is this Shiv?)
Young niggas and we on a mission
Young niggas and up on our business
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah (Bllrt, baow, baow)
[Chorus: Badda TD]
They say that my flow too much
And I got them racks in my pants, and it fuck up my walk (Bllrt)
My brodie on go too much
And he wanna make fire with that stick, so you better not talk (Blah, blah, blah-blah-blah)
We played with the pole too much
Thank God he had found me the music, I feel like a star
They callin' me old too much
'Cause I leveled up, I'm brand new and I feel like a boss
God damn, I'm finally a boss
[Verse 1: Badda TD]
Do it alone so there's no one to cross (Huh)
Youngin' was hungry and scared in the dark
Daddy, he gone, 'cause he real like a boss (Yeah, yeah)
I spend it all 'cause I feel like a boss
But fuck it, I'm frontin', we gettin' some more
You burn that bridge then my nigga, you lost
Labels, they callin', I guess I'm a boss
I could never get tired 'cause I'm playin' for the spot
'Member all them days, we was posted by the block
Brodie got paid he was stayin' with a Glock (Hahaha)
I guess me and him the same drop the range of the top (Uh-huh)
Prayin' for the block, I was prayin' for my pops
Still missed ties 'cause he stayin' in the box (Hold up)
All them little nicks, they was stayin' in my socks
And before you start firin', know the rain gonna drop (Gllt, baow, baow, baow)
Rain gonna drop, put in pain for the slot
I don't ever hug, gettin' brain from a slut
I don't love dubs, got the blues in my pocket
And before I go broke, bring the spoon with the pot
Swoon with the pot
Yeah, bring the spoon with the pot
They all been askin', "When heat gonna drop?"
Well, I got some shit that hit you in your top, damn (Damn)
Lil' nigga, he hot
Came up from nothin', put on for the block
I just been wishin' that they free my pops (Uh)
Swear I just been prayin' I make it on top (Uh-uh-uh)
This for them days I ain't make it on time
Momma could smile, guess she finally proud
'Member my niggas was runnin' real wild
We made it, my nigga, we out of the drought
(LoudPack)
(God damn, I'm finally a boss)
(Is this Shiv?)
Young niggas and we on a mission
Young niggas and up on our business
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah (Bllrt, baow, baow)
[Chorus: Badda TD]
They say that my flow too much
And I got them racks in my pants, and it fuck up my walk (Bllrt)
My brodie on go too much
And he wanna make fire with that stick, so you better not talk (Blah, blah, blah-blah-blah)
We played with the pole too much
Thank God he had found me the music, I feel like a star
They callin' me old too much
'Cause I leveled up, I'm brand new and I feel like a boss
God damn, I'm finally a boss
[Verse 1: Badda TD]
Do it alone so there's no one to cross (Huh)
Youngin' was hungry and scared in the dark
Daddy, he gone, 'cause he real like a boss (Yeah, yeah)
I spend it all 'cause I feel like a boss
But fuck it, I'm frontin', we gettin' some more
You burn that bridge then my nigga, you lost
Labels, they callin', I guess I'm a boss
I could never get tired 'cause I'm playin' for the spot
'Member all them days, we was posted by the block
Brodie got paid he was stayin' with a Glock (Hahaha)
I guess me and him the same drop the range of the top (Uh-huh)
Prayin' for the block, I was prayin' for my pops
Still missed ties 'cause he stayin' in the box (Hold up)
All them little nicks, they was stayin' in my socks
And before you start firin', know the rain gonna drop (Gllt, baow, baow, baow)
Rain gonna drop, put in pain for the slot
I don't ever hug, gettin' brain from a slut
I don't love dubs, got the blues in my pocket
And before I go broke, bring the spoon with the pot
Swoon with the pot
Yeah, bring the spoon with the pot
They all been askin', "When heat gonna drop?"
Well, I got some shit that hit you in your top, damn (Damn)
Lil' nigga, he hot
Came up from nothin', put on for the block
I just been wishin' that they free my pops (Uh)
Swear I just been prayin' I make it on top (Uh-uh-uh)
This for them days I ain't make it on time
Momma could smile, guess she finally proud
'Member my niggas was runnin' real wild
We made it, my nigga, we out of the drought
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