Jet Life

Jet Life - Bossed Up lyrics

rate me

Real niggas coming up, fake niggas laying down

Trade ...here to stay, guarantee you see me round

Stunting insome sharper.. cocky slacks I'm less than casual

With a focused mind, I'm on a straight and narrow

I just want what's mines, that's only natural

Large estate... with flaws with marble statues

I see it in my dreams, so I know it's coming for me

Niggas trying to block my shine, trust me I ain't worried

Back against the wall, I'm yelling fucking 'em all

Can't hit above, right hand on my balls

Left hand, middle finger's up, cause I don't give a fuck

You can tell from my attitude I'm getting bucks

Slam Cush in the cones got the niggas stuck

I'm heading to the top, momma wish me luck

Haters wish I fail, and I know I will prevail

That's just how I feel, but only time will show details.

Chorus:

It's a real nigga out in

So I'mma wear what I wanna wear, right!

Hustling I'm at where I'm at dog

Just call me when the money, yeah

I pull up, pick up, I grip up

And if you hustle put your hands up, hands up

And all my real Gs stand up and what? Right!

In a hot box, the whip, I make it.. for hear to breath

My pound get official, make a brother want this

Got bags under my eyes for no sleep

Got cash under my bed from O3

One love to my brother, nigga put me on my seat

And still fuck them niggas, tell them I'm rolling one deep

Ain't scared for what's beef till a cattle lost its peeps

Us ghetto kids keep more than a trick up our sleeve

Ain't done it just for me, it's for my sisters and my...

..in the streets like.. I write this

My pretty keep the... all my niggas will disbelief

No disrespect girl, until I'm gone it's MOB

That chopper on the front seat, like fuck it, dissemble me

I got it out there modern like the shoes..

They label me your bitch, you better name me, nigga please

A rebel until I leave, until I leave it's GAT

Oh!

Chorus:

It's a real nigga out in

So I'mma wear what I wanna wear, right!

Hustling I'm at where I'm at dog

Just call me when the money, yeah

I pull up, pick up, I grip up

And if you hustle put your hands up, hands up

And all my real Gs stand up and what? Right!

Two years I was shopping...

Now I get pound money to rock a show

The OGs like lil poppa go

Fly the G town...

Is just a few months and I smoke

And everything will be Gucci

Cush God, you're looking at a new breed

My enemies will kill for me like I'm Drew Breeze

Hustlers, slash author, seed of a rotten apple

Just another dirty New Yorker

Show stops, the hoes jack him

They think it's awesome, go rock 'em

Big Cuban looking flawless

So tell them non-believers take 'em...

King of New York, nigga...

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