Boss Up, Pt. 2 - song lyrics
Lyrical minded
With a path to adolescence
With the Cupid and an angel on my shoulder
Let's get reckless
Think I had enough?
(No)
Then you need to learn ya lesson
(W5rld) never giving up
Yeah that's the truth
And I ain't cappin'
Most you rappers really actors
Need to hit up Hollywood
And they say when you out the hood
You suddenly now Hollywood
I wouldn't say that I would say that sometimes I feel REAL good
To the point I grab the steel, the pen, the bag and I go look
For the next target
Always want a dog till it starts barking
And then you mad because ya money went to waste
All this time
You been waiting on the bag it passed you by
Now you stuck living depressed
You done joined a haiku
By you-
Now you see who's by you
Just a bunch of knuckleheads
With a dragon tattoo
Snatch you-
Hope somebody has the nerve to snatch you
Get you out of this place
Before you end up real cruced
These times are getting harder
I work hard and then I work smarter
I know we guided by the same father
Just keep ya head high bro and never falter
These times are getting harder
I work hard and then I work smarter
I know we guided by the same father
Just keep ya head high bro and never falter
Look
These bars I spit are never diligent
They leaving all these foot prints
Talk back to ya kin folks
And see about ya foot print
Learn about ya heritage
Learn about ya people
Understand in life nobody really here is equal
We all built different
Just cause ya legs can walk and mouth can talk don't equal privilege
It equals slavery, a open wound, and mental damage
And we expected to accept the way our stories written
I need a new genre
I need a new hitter
Before my hittas hit em up and they gone keep spinning
I gotta chill and hit my bible cause I keep sinning
I think it comes with ways you go and how I keep winning
If this the way I gotta battle with my soul screaming
Then imma let that drama go and go in hiding simple
Then imma let that drama go and go in hiding simple
Then imma let that drama and go in hiding simple
These times are getting harder
I work hard and then I work smarter
I know we guided by the same father
Just keep ya head high bro and never falter
These times are getting harder
I work hard and then I work smarter
I know we guided by the same father
Just keep ya head high bro and never falter
Look
What's the point of battle?
A petty situation by a bunch of kids gone taddle
You elementary flows
Embryos sense of knowledge
Ain't no way you came to check me with a toddlers bottle fallin'
You a bum dawg
Tell me what's ya motive and I'm talking to ya soul dawg
Nowadays the battles split in two
You gotta pick one
Hit ya soul and (Peace)
You are now cruced and that's ya own fault
I don't think you ready for this heat that's coming up son
If I get the dogs I bet you fold and bet you gone run
You dumb son
Smelling like a dump truck
Sittin in the rain forgot to mention it's abandoned
With jungles in the midst of it you gotta get a hint of this
This monkey gym is jumping with a bar that's got your name on it
You famous jit for being a jit
You such a hit and such a "pit"
I can't say "ful" because you shallow as it gets
I pay the rent I pay the bosses
Till them bosses my posse I'm making dough before the heat and when that start
That's off topic
I'm like logic without the brain that's working 30 trillion miles
I turn the dial then hit that boom bap down your spine
Learned it's a special place inside they heart when you can rhyme
So when I spit it these lyrics hitting harder down they spine
These times are getting harder
I work hard and then I work smarter
I know we guided by the same father
Just keep ya head high bro and never falter
These times are getting harder
I work hard and then I work smarter
I know we guided by the same father
Just keep ya head high bro and never falter