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j. stalin - the boss lyrics

[verse]
throw it on the table, i’m thumbin’ straight through a hundred
chopper on my lap ’cause i’m knowin’ the reaper comin’
they f+ck around and snitch if they probably know i done it
b+tch, my shoes too fresh, i ain’t runnin’ from nothin’
turned nothin’ into somethin’, copped that work and it’s comin’
everybody got pipes around here, we do the plumbin’
i don’t do the clubs, i don’t do the rap summons
it ain’t hard to tell you n+ggas never had no money
out in the cold, dirty clothes with my nose runnin’
finna pop up out these bushes, b+tch, and slump somethin’
lil’ bro on the corner, tell me if somebody comin’
we gotta be quiеt, if they hear us, they gon’ start runnin’
i play dumb, but i ain’t a mothеrf+ckin’ dummy
try to play me like a lummy, get your ass slapped
n+ggas say they doin’ this and that, it’s all cap
swear to god i could buy a brick and run it back
when you n+ggas gon’ realize we under attack?
and they don’t want you to have sh+t if your ass black
f+ck learnin’ how to shoot, learn how to stack
get your money and you could buy a hundred macs
thousand tecs and all the extra clips you own
pay somebody to throw his ass in the f+ckin’ trunk
and ain’t n0body said nothin’, we silent like monks
money on my mind, my n+gga, i came to grind
drop me off in any hood and i’ll be fine
lord, forgive me ’cause i’m probably about to sin
and if them n+ggas sellin’ white, i’m probably blendin’ in
and i’m stackin’ everything, b+tch, i ain’t got sh+t to spend
you a stupid motherf+cker, thought i wasn’t finna win
it was cold on the ten, i was still outside
servin’ everybody mama, i ain’t have no pride
i got family that done died, i’m embedded in this
so when you see me in the kitchen and i’m whippin’ my wrist
then i take it out the pot and let it dry real quick
and if it take too long, then i blow+dry it
and though you seen everything, you ain’t really seen sh+t
’cause n+ggas runnin’ they mouth end up gettin’ hit
and you don’t wanna be the n+gga to get hit
so all i’m sayin’ is don’t be runnin’ your mouth and sh+t
big drip, not the clothes, that’s the water whip
it came with the outfit, the banger on my hip
times i drift and get to thinkin’ ’bout the wrong sh+t
huh, and then i’m back to the script
[outro]
and then i’m back to the script
b+tch, i’m back to the script
and then i’m back to the script
b+tch, i’m back to the script

- j stalin lyrics

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