Made Myself A Boss
#Trolltruck
I never messed with Down South shyt
Until the first time I heard this
I had this shyt on replay like 10 times
I'm starting off my day with a blunt of purp
No pancakes just a cup of syrup

Baking soda, pot, and a silver spork
You already know it's time to go to work
I'm back off in the kitchen working with a chicken
You get 63 grams for like 12 50
50 pounds of purp, 50 pounds of midgy
As soon as it's gone I sell another 60
My baby need some shoes my aunty need a purse
Summer coming real soon so I need a vert
I hop up out that van with a duffle bag
And if a nikka try me I'm a bust his ass
I'm counting up money in the living room
Birds everywhere I call it the chicken room
Pills in the cabinet, pounds in the den
Attic full of good basement full of Benjamins
Two AK-47s and a blow torch

Couple junkies knocking hard on my front porch
A couple old schools in my back yard
If I don't know ya I'm a serve you through my burgler bars
Gucci back bytch
Yea I'm back bytch
Did you miss me or miss my raps bytch?
This that new shyt, that county jail shyt
That seventh floor right street straight out a cell shyt
You on my shyt list, I'm on the Forbes list
Since I'm a rich nikka, I need a rich bytch
I gotta sick wrist it cost bout six bricks
I'm on that slick shyt, that zone 6 shyt
Until the first time I heard this
I had this shyt on replay like 10 times

I'm starting off my day with a blunt of purp

No pancakes just a cup of syrup


Baking soda, pot, and a silver spork
You already know it's time to go to work

I'm back off in the kitchen working with a chicken
You get 63 grams for like 12 50

50 pounds of purp, 50 pounds of midgy
As soon as it's gone I sell another 60

My baby need some shoes my aunty need a purse
Summer coming real soon so I need a vert

I hop up out that van with a duffle bag
And if a nikka try me I'm a bust his ass

I'm counting up money in the living room
Birds everywhere I call it the chicken room

Pills in the cabinet, pounds in the den
Attic full of good basement full of Benjamins

Two AK-47s and a blow torch


Couple junkies knocking hard on my front porch

A couple old schools in my back yard
If I don't know ya I'm a serve you through my burgler bars

Gucci back bytch


Did you miss me or miss my raps bytch?

This that new shyt, that county jail shyt
That seventh floor right street straight out a cell shyt
You on my shyt list, I'm on the Forbes list

Since I'm a rich nikka, I need a rich bytch

I gotta sick wrist it cost bout six bricks
I'm on that slick shyt, that zone 6 shyt


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