Boss

[Chorus] Stop fucking with my heart Nigga, you was my dream, fool Oh, now you a man, ho? I don't need that stress, that stress I'm a boss in a fucking dress Nigga, stay in line [Verse 1] Hype shit, never hype bitch Know now that you're dealing with a crisis Never been nice, never been nice nigga I'm a thrift store kid, real fly, nigga Haven't seen a show 'til you see me live, nigga At 23 sold dreams to my side nigga See God when you look me in my eyes, nigga Learnt from 'Ye then went and touched the sky nigga 15 when I wrote "Will To Survive," nigga Fast-forward seven years, "Low Tides," nigga Stayed in my own lane, never side tracked I serve-serve, lemme prep it, lemme dice that You likkle rodents went and fell into my mice trap And you can send a diss, I will never write back Never lack, still whippin' main road nigga Man they shoulda never let me discover the mic [Chorus] Stop fucking with my heart Nigga, you was my dream, fool (Little bitch) Oh, now you a man, ho? I don't need that stress, that stress I'm a boss in a fucking dress Nigga, stay in line [Verse 2] Got in a pattern, followed the rhythm I disregarded all opinions and continued my mission Unapologetically I be bossin' it, getting better with age Got it back, never lost it, my legacy remains Rejected the dotted line but not the pen Invested in myself, that was money well spent Came home, mummy burning incense 'Member tryna think of ways to help contribute to the rent Now the room's upstate, top suite penthouse Views where there's no family or friends What life do I want? Know I gotta choose 'fore it's too late Well I guess it all depends, uh I was running with Toby and them Never looked back once I discovered the pen Dedicated it all to the art Who would've known it would be this from the start? [Chorus] Stop fucking with my heart Nigga, you was my dream, fool (Little bitch) Oh, now you a man, ho? I don't need that stress, that stress I'm a boss in a fucking dress Nigga, stay in line [Outro] Nigga, stay in line Stop fucking with my heart