Yeah, this shit shound like video game music
 Like the boss level, thats where we should take it

[Hook]
 Boss level, boss level, boss level
 Boss level, boss level, boss level
 Boss level, boss level, boss level
 Boss Level, boss level

Yeah, this that King Bowser flow

[Verse 1]
Creepin’ up on that boss level
 Tell me what that cost for you
 Jewellry all made in China
 Know one of them diamonds is all yellow
 I be out in NY hittin’ that Lala like I’m Carmelo
 You know they try to lock the rappers
 Don’t f-ck around let them dogs smell you
 Used to ball like EA, now I’m on that 2k
 Thirsty bitches like who they?
 That Fly boy club baby hu-rray
 And all my niggas get fooley droppin’ shit to me, you could get souffle
 Just kick back like Lui Kang, before a nigga pop at your toupee
 And I don’t ever f-ck with a 2-face, you can leave that up to Bruce Wayne
 Run this town and I run this block and I run this street
 Give me 2 lanes, come alive at night, give me 2 fangs
 bands on tre 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 stop on Apollo and now I run the f-cking Apollo
 I don’t even need that joint up in Harlem
 Talking bout space shuttles up in the Cosmos
 Where we at, someone better call a tarot

[Hook]
 Boss level, boss level, boss level
 Boss level, boss level, boss level
 (Creepin up on that boss level)
 boss level, boss level
 (Creepin up on that boss level)

Came too far to turn around now

[Verse 2]
 Got more checks and I got more numbers
 Got more bread than I got more wonder
 Bra’s in my hand but them chicks like somethin’that are high maintenance like top floor plumbers
 And I keep mad rubbers, Amex card, yeah I keep that from her
 Cause all in all they know I ball and so they call just to see that jumper
 One night stay at the United center
 Then I gotta stop at the bank
 Cause I turn the mall into Madison square
 This flow right here don’t see no breaks
 Running back throwed cause im in that flows
 In at the shows f-cking mad hoes, she gimme that p-ssy like American hoes
 I shoot for the moon like witches on brooms
 Niggas just wonder when Vizzy gon’ vroom
 I’m turning the key now niggas stay tuned
 Why is you gassed, you niggas is fumes
 Look at your ass, niggas is doomed
 CD is trash now pick up a broom
 I’m up in a room with bitches on shroom’s
 LA mornings and Vegas nights, Toga parties and pagan lights
 All I know is this aint just flight, but she said drink it’ll change ya life
 Now I’mmm, wonderin’ where we are
 Tell em

[Hook]
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			     Thanks to adrianna