Left chicago with good money for 5 drops
Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss
I'm am the guy that's a big ol' boss
Speed up, patience, please cause
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
Sos, save our souls. make me boss.
Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,
When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth
Just show them boys whos boss
Bitch got all them booty shots
Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
So i gave her this candy stick aka long dick
So i guess that's where i hide my things
I'm so boss, provin' my dominance
Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause
But you act like mr. i'm a fucking boss
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