[Intro]
Yeah, this shit sound like video game music
Like the Boss Level
Well, that's where we should take it
Haha, yeah!
Boss Level, Boss Level, Boss Level
[Bridge]
Yeah, It's that King Bowser flow
[Verse 1: XV]
Uh, creeping up on that boss level, tell me what that cost for you?
Jewelry all made in China, no wonder them diamonds is all yellow
I be out in NY hitting that lala like I'm Carmelo
You know they trying to lock the rappers, don't fuck around and let the dogs smell you
Used to ball like EA, now I'm on that 2K
Thirsty bitches like "Who they?", that's fly boy club, baby hooray
And all my niggas get foolay, talking shit to me, you could get souffled
So just kick back like Liu Kang before a nigga pop at your toupee
And I don't ever fuck with the two-face, you can leave that up to Bruce Wayne
Run this town, and I run this block, and I run this street, give me two lanes
Come alive at night, give me two fangs, ray bans, entree, and a few chains
And I'm sorry girl, I done had a few drinks, Man, I couldn't tell you who came
See, I used to wanna rub the stump on Apollo, now I'm bout to run the fuckin' Apollo
I don't even mean that joint up in Harlem, I'm talking about space shuttles up in the cosmos
Where we at? Someone better call and tell 'em
Yeah, this shit sound like video game music
Like the Boss Level
Well, that's where we should take it
Haha, yeah!
Boss Level, Boss Level, Boss Level
[Bridge]
Yeah, It's that King Bowser flow
[Verse 1: XV]
Uh, creeping up on that boss level, tell me what that cost for you?
Jewelry all made in China, no wonder them diamonds is all yellow
I be out in NY hitting that lala like I'm Carmelo
You know they trying to lock the rappers, don't fuck around and let the dogs smell you
Used to ball like EA, now I'm on that 2K
Thirsty bitches like "Who they?", that's fly boy club, baby hooray
And all my niggas get foolay, talking shit to me, you could get souffled
So just kick back like Liu Kang before a nigga pop at your toupee
And I don't ever fuck with the two-face, you can leave that up to Bruce Wayne
Run this town, and I run this block, and I run this street, give me two lanes
Come alive at night, give me two fangs, ray bans, entree, and a few chains
And I'm sorry girl, I done had a few drinks, Man, I couldn't tell you who came
See, I used to wanna rub the stump on Apollo, now I'm bout to run the fuckin' Apollo
I don't even mean that joint up in Harlem, I'm talking about space shuttles up in the cosmos
Where we at? Someone better call and tell 'em
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