Transcript (en)

You're out, they fit me! They marry right shot! They make me not higher! I'm down there, 23! Run and stop, run and stop! Jungle fix time! Look, I be riding through my own hood, but I'm in my new grip. Same old attitude, but I'm on that new shit. They say they gon' rob me, see me never do shit, cause they know that's the reason they gon' end up on a news clip. Audemars on my wrist, bust down. We poppin' bottles like I scored a winning touchdown Remember me dead broke, look at me up now I run my city from South Phillip back to Uptown Thank God all these bottles I pop All the tape I been gettin' all these bottles I pop I just sold a hundred thousand for my album got dropped And I'm on it twenty-three, I'm the shit now Look at me, look at me, I'm a boss like my nigga Rose Shorty asked me for a check, I told that bitch like no way Cause I made it from the bottom, it was nothing, no way And I never had a job, you know I had to sell, yeah Bitch, I'm a boss, I call the shots I'm with the murder team, call the cops We in the building, y'all are not You sure on the paper, you gon' pull the knife Bitch, I'm a boss, I'm a boss I play the shots, I call the cops We in the bitch, it's going down Yeah, I'm the king that win my motherfucking grind Bitch, I'm a boss, I'm a boss I'm a boss. I'm a boss. I'm a boss. I'm a boss. I'm a boss. I'm a boss. I play the shots. I call the cops. Yeah. Hey.