Crooked I - I'm A Boss lyrics

rate me

Niggas want me to kill him,

If crooked I hit you

With a couple of them shots,

Then your homie's going to die with you.

they some internet dry snitches that will have me stuck

in a cell lusting fine bitches on fly pictures,

But if I catch him when nobody is looking,

That shooty beam him up like Scottie took him

while his mommy's yelling somebody book him!

Put him under the jail, your son's sleeping with a fish,

I put him under a whale.

Aha! Well, the streets, they put me under a spell,

It was magic like a left hand lay-up right under Mchale

Swell, I’m in your hood before your choppers can find me

By myself, nothing but my shadow walking behind me.

I’m a shooter, that’s how that ghetto drama designed me Throwing up W's on the stage like I’m Pac in the nineties,

I grew up under the poverty line, robbery crime

Better be everywhere that gwap will be that philosophy’s mine.

Yeah I’m married to the streets, it’s monogamy time

My visions coming to for wishing unless the prophecy's lying

I’m moving quiet as a summer breeze,

I ain’t talking six figures when I say I got a hundred K's and a hundred G's

They ride for me, motherfucker,

Please take your oxygen as if niggas was cutting trees.

I’m overseas C.O.B. they religion

They get the tattoo, that’s what feeling the realest raps do

It’s biblical, cover your door and ? when we pass through

The thug gospel I'm that dude

I’m a boss house tucked in them hills

You done it with whack shit, man I done it with skills

Mrs. Gates Mrs. Cosby we in love with them bills

call it Jay call it Nikki the way I’m fucking with mills

You never see me on your TV screen,

But I bet the block hear the engine in my GT scream.

Giving niggas the blues, like when BB sing

Word play like his last name Mete King

Watch the Throne, I should have ripped Otis chicks notice I’m the shit,

Focus on my grip, so they slip into hypnosis they know your

shit bogus, so my dick get dibs on whichever pair of lips

closest, I’m high voltage, I’m quite brokish

I touch you nigga, take your power, I'm something like Rogue is

Shady records, who’s stunting like those kids?

I'm on my third deal it's nothing like show bizz?

Smoking mirrors, you burried me alive,

But I wasn’t in that coffin, you thought you'd carry me inside.

I apparently survived, you should barely be surprised,

Cause my character and drive was preparing me to rise!

And if you thought failure was the way my story goes,

You don’t know who you’re fucking with, glory hole!

That nigga is crazy out there, nigga!

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Thanks to Gaetan

Thanks to Gaetan for correcting these lyrics