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[Verse 1]
Imagine 20 years with a bitter bitch and the same drama
Dame told you do this shit and you don’t see Dame karma
K9 on your ass, nigga no distraction
Pussy nigga wearin’ pink I guess he think he matchin’
I’ma paint the picture, let the niggas make the caption
Fuck bars I’m tell nigga what really happened
You hear this tone, you know the mac is in my seat
You see exactly what I see you know my rap is not for free
You sent them pussy niggas to the hill to trap me in the V
You singing nigga, ain’t gonna be no back up bitch with me
I chew that nigga til’ my teeth hurt don’t even hit the weed first
Bitches used to say I’m blessed and I didn’t even sneeze first
Much dirt as I got on you, don’t even need no research
My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church
Tax know you as the nigga that snitched on the Roc
D.C. crips only know you the nigga they shot
OG niggas don’t have no history with you on the block
And everybody seen the footage I got
Every since 10 you was a thirsty nigga
I ain’t gone talk about the time you fucked your sister
In 2002 you lost 50 pounds, ulcers in your liver
And now you tryna sell niggas liquor, NIGGA
You always play the sucker part
Where was all that Rico shit when you left Jim in Rucker Park?
Matter fact I’m on a true life change
But let’s get back to that smack and that Tru Life chain
Damn bro
Damn the whole fuckin’ land know
After that 50 shit you moved to Orlando
You had the nigga Jim on the radio, where did Cam go?
We all understand though
You not really built for this shit
You not ready to kill for this shit
But no regrets
You gotta lift up a TEC to get Murder respect
Nigga are U-N, you dipped on the set
I’m the fuckin cough in the slime flu
You gone out rhyme who? I’m your prime times 2
I never paid for my mistakes cause that’s not what crime do
Bitches fuck me but that’s what dimes do
Somebody wanna jump in tell ’em come share
I’m starting to feel like we don’t really compare
I’m pretty nigga, wrist litty, sun wear
Diplomat only mean that you ain’t from here
You had a run here but y’all niggas is done here
All these pretty women and y’all niggas bringin’ guns here
You way past the gun line
Every time you talk of me you sound like one time
I fuck the King of rap bitch when I was unsign
And made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line
Don’t blame for the past and I won’t blame you for the crash
Sent my nigga Huddy on a dummy mission and he crashed
Gilet I know you need money I get it
I know your digital sales I know about your digits
I know Sony Red didn’t wanna your shit distribute
I know it’s crickets so fuck it use my name so they can click it
I made you, I raised you, why would I play you?
When you dealing with this power, nigga Flex can’t save you
Me amorin, drive the foreign, kick the door in
Lady treat me like him important
I don’t even think of scoring
I just run the floor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston
On some Kyrie shit, y’all just talking
Heard that often
Had to rap again, y’all was boring ’em
Now you can tell Dave East, A$AP Mob, whatever you want
The whole hood know I’m the origin
You robbed Juelz on some Diddy shit
And when Jim start ballin’ you get back on sissy shit
You even had the nerve to call up Sham
And use his basketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam
Damn, Cam, I thought more of you
But when I think about it, that’s really all you do
You really not that fly
You really not that guy
You really not that wise
I’m really not surprised
All pride aside you try to pay Lodi mom’s to side with your lies
Now I’m like fuck it Drago “if he dies he dies”
Ain’t no unity
Ain’t no Children of the Corn
Ain’t no you and me
Any nigga ever got Diplomat Immunity
Was niggas who ratted or ones who snitched on their community
And thats word to my nigga Big L
To my nigga fucking Trell and to that nigga Bigavel
To nigga Loon on all my niggas in the cell
Hope you hold ya head, I hope y’all niggas doing well
This Ma$e nigga, I invented the curve
I’m the name on the ribbon on the bird
I’m done rapping with you
You’ll always be my bitch you got my fucking name tatted on you

Yeah, I made myself a boss

[Hook]
I got so much pressure I got to get off my chest
I want so much extra forgot about having sex
I been in my feelings, I’m feeling like i’m the realest, yeah
I know that they want to kill me they want to take my possession
I made myself a boss, yeah
You know I made myself a boss, yeah
You know I made myself a boss, yeah
I know I made myself a boss (I did that)
You know I made myself a boss

[Verse 1]
Who is you? what you do?
You ain’t did nothing for me
Who took a chance for me?
Who took the stand for me?
Who got a hand for me?
Not even family
But you want some bands from me?
You could stop playing with me
Drop the top with the gang gang
Flip the watch fuck a plain jane
A hundred thousand ain’t shit to me
I spent that shit on the airplane
And that was just for a round trip
But we ain’t doing no trip around here
It took a while to get on top
So we ain’t never going down here
Never going down, always was going up
Prices going up but I ain’t showing up
What you throwing up?
What you pouring up?
Save the money up and fuck the club up
We hit the club and stand on the sofa
Why you got pressure, I do not owe ya

[Hook]
I got so much pressure I got to get off my chest
I want so much extra forgot about having sex
I been in my feelings, I’m feeling like I’m the realest, yeah
I know that they want to kill me they want to take my possession
I made myself a boss, yeah
You know I made myself a boss, yeah
You know I made myself a boss, yeah
I know I made myself a boss (I did that)
You know I made myself a boss

[Verse 2]
I made myself a boss
I’m proud of you
Fuck them other thoughts
Fuck them other folks
Fuck them other niggas
Fuck them other hoes
Fuck them other people
We don’t need em
We don’t want to see you
Fuck a [?] you can keep em
it ain’t like we gone need em
We alright, we gone prosper
We gone fight like a boss
Lately I been like Mayweather
On the private jet with eight brothers
Got my engineer, got my cameraman
Got my pistol man
Got my niggas saying
Oh shit we gone [?]
Got the streets on lock
Hit the club i’m the man
Bandz hanging out my pants
My bitch my number one fan
Don’t give another man a chance
She don’t fuck with them other niggas
That’s how I know that she love a nigga
Let me get this shit off my chest
Cuz I really know how to hustle nigga

[Hook]
I got so much pressure I got to get off my chest
I want so much extra forgot about having sex
I been in my feelings, I’m feeling like I’m the realest, yeah
I know that they want to kill me they want to take my possession
I made myself a boss, yeah
You know I made myself a boss, yeah
You know I made myself a boss, yeah
I know I made myself a boss (I did that)
You know I made myself a boss

[Outro]
I made myself a king
I never went for anything
Everything I dream, I did that
Private jets, [?], and Lamborghinis
Some Corvettes
But I ain’t feeling like a star yet
They see us shooting stars when I walk around with that pistol
I got so much money my exes know I don’t miss em
Everytime that they see me they see that they really fucked up
I made myself a boss you need to tell your nigga boss up
For real!

[Chorus]
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable
It’s a plug conversation
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
It’s a plug conversation
Connect it asking but he got me waiting
It’s a plug conversation
Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
It’s a plug conversation
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable, it’s a plug conversation
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
It’s a plug conversation
Connect ain’t asking but he got me waiting
It’s a plug conversation
Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
It’s a plug conversation

[Verse 1]
I say that plug talk, nigga plug talk
Cuz yall know I’m that nigga blood walking
Atlanta niggas want to mud walk
Detriot niggas wanna club talk
In the trap getting drugs up
2 for 10’s and them dubs off
That fake shit done rubbed off
To a real nigga you real soft
Activis with the seals off
The thing on em then the deal off
Diamonds on me make em chill off
nigga touch one and I killed off
Where I’m from i’m the big dog
Got a good girl, got a real dog
All this ice like a mill on
Them broke niggas I don’t deal with yall
We ain’t never in the field with yall
Nahh we ain’t never [?] with yall
We ain’t never hit a lick with yall
We ain’t tryna get rich with yall
We ain’t never did a deal with yall
We ain’t never did a drill with yall
Never count up a mill with yall
Cuz we ain’t tryna be seen with yall

[Chorus]
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable
It’s a plug conversation
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
It’s a plug conversation
Connect it asking but he got me waiting
It’s a plug conversation
Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
It’s a plug conversation
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable, it’s a plug conversation
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
It’s a plug conversation
Connect ain’t asking but he got me waiting
It’s a plug conversation
Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
It’s a plug conversation

[Verse 2]
Ran up some racks on niggas
I ain’t look back for niggas
Got your bitch acting different
Let me rub off on that ass some pictures
Trap nigga with a hit single
Go spot my income
Try to like these lil hoes
It’s hard to cuz I been fuck
I ain’t want to drink
This nigga Philty got me pouring ack
Twinkle wrist jitting
Yeah that crack done got me glowing
I was sleeping in the house with one bedroom
Now I’m making bells move
I’m stashing cell blues
First to bezzle boss it up and get the band blue
We run the eastern market
Look at all this damn food
Hit the ye with [?] that shit like Stephen [?]
When this conversation over, make another play
Nigga

[Chorus]
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable
It’s a plug conversation
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
It’s a plug conversation
Connect it asking but he got me waiting
It’s a plug conversation
Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
It’s a plug conversation
2 bosses sitting at the roundtable, it’s a plug conversation
On FaceTime, while we count the paper
It’s a plug conversation
Connect ain’t asking but he got me waiting
It’s a plug conversation
Bitch irritating, you see me concentrating
It’s a plug conversation

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
She said that she was gonna think about it
She got a text from the ex-files
She was so extra extra read about it
She had to read it out loud
He was like I see you with this lame-O
Come and get you hit you with the Bang Bro
Where we bang hoes in a gray winnebago
Try to bring four in and I’ma tell you how the day go, boop
We ain’t talking that
Leaving and walking back
What kind of dude you think I’m is?
We got spunk, we can light up the dark like a bucket of electric eels
Pull off your panties, I pull up in the Phantom
Hasn’t anybody told you crack kills?
But girl, you’re killing me, I need your energy
You’re giving me something I can feel
I feel in the right light
You’re looking like a girl I used to date, but now you’re in the wife light
Ooh, if you’re with it, then I’m with it
We can do it for the Zeitgeist, huh
Girlfriend, girlfriend, turn in for the night right
Where your night light?
Goodnight babe

[Hook]
Lemme cut on this
Anita (‘nita!)
I need her (I need her!)
So flee don’t flee from me
(Serving them looks cold as)
Ice cream
(Show that)
Chocolate (go)
GoDiva (go)
GoDiva (go)
GoDiva (go baby)

[Verse 2]
"Bing!" How the spotlight beam on you
Green light, you better go (oh ah ow)
Go (oh ah ow)
"Ch-ch-ching!" How that money ‘chine ring
When your feet be pavement to the gold (oh ah ow)
Gold, oh (oh ah ow, oh!)
Still roll with cuzzo and foolay
Stay on the jugg like kool-aid
Can’t shoot me down, bitch I’m Luke Cage
On the provolone since a baby boy
Feel like Jody-Jo how I handle bars
She a rainforest under that dress
Stay off brown like some khaki boys with the nappy boys
This shit natural for us, she like "yes!"
I been raw, It’s genetic, it’s my denim
I Ginuwine up on you, tryna fit up
Up in em, witcha acting innocent
Bet you’re interested, stretch you like a limo
The memo, never switched or slowed the tempo
Zero gang with me every-where I go
I’m cool on, all the friendly shit
It’s just business, straight across 12:30 o’clock, uh
1000 miles an hour on a spaceship, maybe we can go to space
(Now I ain’t never been to Jupiter before but I- but I’ll go witchu baby)
Got that mag’netic love, I can’t pull out of yo Milky Way
I’m… in this bih like a implanon
I’m… breaded up like a empanada
She say "Smino, I love you"
Nada girl, de nada
You giving me Erykah vibes
Bah I do wanna tell you something
You make December feel summer, summer, summer

[Chorus]
A-N-I-T-A, I N-E-E-D H-E-R
My baby, baby, baby, baby
A-N-I-T-A, I N-E-E-D H-E-R
My baby, baby, baby, baby
A-N-I-T-A, I N-E-E-D H-E-R
My baby, baby, baby, baby
A-N-I-T-A, I N-E-E-D H-E-R
My baby, baby, baby, baby

[Outro]
I need her
The re-remix, the re-remix
I need her
The re-remix, the re-remix
Now hold on L10
The re-remix, the re-remix
See usually I don’t do this
R-E-M-I-X, Smi and Teddy P
Bet they go so cray cray cray cray cray cray cray
R-E-M-I-X, Smi and Teddy P
Haaa Zilchy baby

Verse 1:
Those green eyes
And that contagious smile
And those li-i-ips
And the way they verbalize
New York City What a beauty to our eyes!
When you held my hand the first time, you looked at me and smiled
Everything was perfect
Everything was great
I was on a fairy-tale
A dream while I’m awake
But days passed and we weren’t there
And it felt like we didn’t care
Anymore. Anymore

Pre-Chorus:
But why’d we say goodbye
Said we didn’t have enough time for the both of us
Said we’d try
To work this out but all a sudden we’re all tired
And said goodbye

Chorus:
It’s sad not to hear you
Callin’ me up
At 3 am
No ones ever gonna sing to me Stevie Wonder Songs again!
I’ll miss your kiss
And your curly hair
But now that we said goodbye, I’ll pretend that I’m alright
That I’m Alright

Verse 2:
I miss you holding hotel keys
And singin’ to girls with happy tears
When your on stage
And you sing to me and you point at me as I chant your name
And as the spotlight dissapears
It’s a different person that I’m with
So much simpler so much better and just so beautiful
The way we’d laugh with four more guys!
You walk around naked and cover my eyes!
Your just so funny
I can’t beleive we’re letting this go

Pre-Chorus:
But why’d we say goodbye
Said we didn’t have enough time for the both of us
Said we’d try
To work this out but all a sudden we’re all tired
And said goodbye

Chorus:
It’s sad not to hear you
Callin’ me up
At 3 am
No ones ever gonna sing to me Stevie Wonder Songs again!
I’ll miss your kiss
And your curly hair
But now that we said goodbye, I’ll pretend that I’m alright
That I’m Alright

Post-Chorus:
Maybe it’s time to let it go
Maybe it’s better off alone
Maybe today’s the wrong time
Someday we’ll learn to be strong
Maybe you’re right about this
We;re busy people with busy lives!
We can’t keep up on this
So goodbye

Outro:
Call me up at 3 am
Sing me Stevie Wonder Songs Again
Your kiss and your curly hair
Never gonna say goodbye
‘Cause we’re alright