BOSSLANE. by POETIK Lyrics
[Intro: POETIK]
Yeah
[Verse 1: POETIK]
I'm not a stranger to the hard times, we're well-acquainted
Hope to make it to the pearly gates and they embrace 'em
Used to say I was paper chasin'
Now I'm paper stackin'; had to rearrange it
Had to live with love—hold on, let me explain this
We went from no food to fifty-thousand dollar payments
Fā lusu fulu afe, hunnid dollar payments
We just keep goin', bar keep raisin'
Let the haters hate, I just keep blazin'
Plane trips, gold watch, now my life amazin'
Always in the hood like Chuck Taylors
I'm like an out-of-work doc, I got no patience
Be respectful with your approach
I do it for my village, got it tatted on my throat
Lead a horse to water but you can't make 'em smoke
I just changed the quote, bitch, I'm that dope, boss
[Chorus: POETIK]
This is what I do (what I do)
CDs out the trunk, you could call it old-school (old-school)
Look before I leave but then I move
I don't sleep on the money, mama raised no fool (for real)
You should get yours 'cause I'ma get mine (ha)
Just keep my name out your mouth and we gon' be just fine (aight)
They like the way I shine when I pull up
I just run straight, no manoeuvre (boss)
[Verse 2: Flowz]
Guess what, they call me [?], fuck the entourage and [?]
And 9-to-5's not for everybody, grab the gun and mask
If they tryna play with the money, [?] from behind bars
That's my focus; every move I make like shooting stars
Leave my footprint embedded on Earth, see me from Mars
Who the fuck is this? Flowz, some king who wanted some [?]
Yeah, I'm with Poetik, you know, the closest
6-8-5 to the death, expect progress
The kings to games is bluff, ah, you know the programme
Get that easy money every day, I was born for this moment
Flowz but they call me boss, put the money on me
[?] been fittin' me, homie, gold chains got me glowing
[?] and the usos, this is the [?] moment
Don't forget the young soidiers, always lower when they manoeuvre
Who the fuck is this? You haters better duck when I come through with the click
And bitches want the dick, boss
[Chorus: POETIK]
This is what I do (what I do)
CDs out the trunk, you could call it old-school (old-school)
Look before I leave but then I move
I don't sleep on the money, mama raised no fool (for real)
You should get yours 'cause I'ma get mine (ha)
Just keep my name out your mouth and we gon' be just fine (aight)
They like the way I shine when I pull up
I just run straight, no manoeuvre (boss)
[Verse 3: POETIK]
You don't even know me like that
Never try to slide through, you ain't the homie like that ([?])
I ain't see you movin' like that
You ain't magic, shit ain't even voodoo like that
You like half a noodle pack, I'm a full box, too hot
Why you gotta front like you something else you not?
Careful how you carry yourself, might get you robbed
I just whistle down my street then hit your block
Big village, don't waste my time
I'll die young, Makaveli of the 6-8-5
You talk swagger? Shit, taught you to provide
Picked you up like cocaine, kept your name in the sky
Carried you like a brick, dawg, I kept you safe
Gave you the combination, yep, kept you safe
Treated you like a saint, gave you praise
But you went out like a hoe, I'll make sure you get paid, boss
[Chorus: POETIK]
This is what I do
CDs out the trunk, you could call it old-school (old-school)
Look before I leave but then I move
I don't sleep on the money, mama raised no fool (for real)
You should get yours 'cause I'ma get mine (ha)
Just keep my name out your mouth and we gon' be just fine (aight)
They like the way I shine when I pull up
I just run straight, no manoeuvre (boss)
Yeah
[Verse 1: POETIK]
I'm not a stranger to the hard times, we're well-acquainted
Hope to make it to the pearly gates and they embrace 'em
Used to say I was paper chasin'
Now I'm paper stackin'; had to rearrange it
Had to live with love—hold on, let me explain this
We went from no food to fifty-thousand dollar payments
Fā lusu fulu afe, hunnid dollar payments
We just keep goin', bar keep raisin'
Let the haters hate, I just keep blazin'
Plane trips, gold watch, now my life amazin'
Always in the hood like Chuck Taylors
I'm like an out-of-work doc, I got no patience
Be respectful with your approach
I do it for my village, got it tatted on my throat
Lead a horse to water but you can't make 'em smoke
I just changed the quote, bitch, I'm that dope, boss
[Chorus: POETIK]
This is what I do (what I do)
CDs out the trunk, you could call it old-school (old-school)
Look before I leave but then I move
I don't sleep on the money, mama raised no fool (for real)
You should get yours 'cause I'ma get mine (ha)
Just keep my name out your mouth and we gon' be just fine (aight)
They like the way I shine when I pull up
I just run straight, no manoeuvre (boss)
[Verse 2: Flowz]
Guess what, they call me [?], fuck the entourage and [?]
And 9-to-5's not for everybody, grab the gun and mask
If they tryna play with the money, [?] from behind bars
That's my focus; every move I make like shooting stars
Leave my footprint embedded on Earth, see me from Mars
Who the fuck is this? Flowz, some king who wanted some [?]
Yeah, I'm with Poetik, you know, the closest
6-8-5 to the death, expect progress
The kings to games is bluff, ah, you know the programme
Get that easy money every day, I was born for this moment
Flowz but they call me boss, put the money on me
[?] been fittin' me, homie, gold chains got me glowing
[?] and the usos, this is the [?] moment
Don't forget the young soidiers, always lower when they manoeuvre
Who the fuck is this? You haters better duck when I come through with the click
And bitches want the dick, boss
[Chorus: POETIK]
This is what I do (what I do)
CDs out the trunk, you could call it old-school (old-school)
Look before I leave but then I move
I don't sleep on the money, mama raised no fool (for real)
You should get yours 'cause I'ma get mine (ha)
Just keep my name out your mouth and we gon' be just fine (aight)
They like the way I shine when I pull up
I just run straight, no manoeuvre (boss)
[Verse 3: POETIK]
You don't even know me like that
Never try to slide through, you ain't the homie like that ([?])
I ain't see you movin' like that
You ain't magic, shit ain't even voodoo like that
You like half a noodle pack, I'm a full box, too hot
Why you gotta front like you something else you not?
Careful how you carry yourself, might get you robbed
I just whistle down my street then hit your block
Big village, don't waste my time
I'll die young, Makaveli of the 6-8-5
You talk swagger? Shit, taught you to provide
Picked you up like cocaine, kept your name in the sky
Carried you like a brick, dawg, I kept you safe
Gave you the combination, yep, kept you safe
Treated you like a saint, gave you praise
But you went out like a hoe, I'll make sure you get paid, boss
[Chorus: POETIK]
This is what I do
CDs out the trunk, you could call it old-school (old-school)
Look before I leave but then I move
I don't sleep on the money, mama raised no fool (for real)
You should get yours 'cause I'ma get mine (ha)
Just keep my name out your mouth and we gon' be just fine (aight)
They like the way I shine when I pull up
I just run straight, no manoeuvre (boss)