Boss Up

Lyrics

[Intro: RJmrLA] Oh, I got the right to pop it, think I ain't? Independent and all that Big toys and all that The fuck I'ma fall off? I used to get eight balls off, tuh [Verse 1: RJmrLA] So many opportunities come in when you ain't got a job (What you sayin', Juice?) Ayy, man, I'm sayin' be your own boss Only worry 'bout the price of it when it don't cost, yeah A free meal'll cost you both arms I'm on a road to more riches, on a dog path I seen the light and took off like a launchpad Any ambition for opposition, I'ma park his ass Trumpets and drumsticks like a marching band Big clips, they makeshift like they pots and pans Ray flips, they shapeshift, we chippin' chopped sedans Cops is Klans, they clique up when the blocks expand Watch your friends, they freed before the charge begin I ain't no hater, my nigga, so mind your business I seen your plate, it got bigger since I been in it I keep this lead in my stick 'cause they test my limit You made your bed, so go lay in it 'til you flip it [Chorus: RJmrLA] Oh, I see her text, she can tell I done bossed up Come to my table, don't drip in my salsa Can't compare what we did, bitch, we awesome Ain't just give us this bread, this ain't boss up, no She just wanna party and put all the powder in her nose [Verse 2: Bino Rideaux] Niggas still rockin' like kneepads Bitches think I rock with Future 'cause I'm with them free bands Rich nigga, still gon' give that thirsty bitch my cheap hand You crazy, still ain't spend no money out my savings Ain't gon' hurt nobody, put that car note on my baby They try be them dudes, I was cruisin', tryna be like Webbie Ain't got no notebook or no computers in my baby They try to ride the wave, they can have that Niggas ain't gon' get down, what they mad at? That 40 push your hat back Promise you can get it if you want to, yeah, yeah I'm off drank and pills, okay, I'm goin' through, yeah, yeah I got flip-phone money goin' through, yeah, yeah Off the block I owe my soul to, yeah, yeah All my money hidden, ain't no hole to it, yeah, yeah Just ran up the racks off my Pro Tools, yeah, yeah Don't make me peel out, get the old me Niggas out here talkin' like they gettin' it, niggas ain't gettin' it like they told me [Chorus: RJmrLA] Oh, I see her text, she can tell I done bossed up Come to my table, don't drip in my salsa Can't compare what we did, bitch, we awesome Ain't just give us this bread, this ain't boss up, no She just wanna party and put all the powder in her nose