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payroll giovanni - spirit of a boss lyrics

[verse 1]
raised on fenkell and strathmoor, my first hustle:
i was draggin’ bottles out through my backdoor
walkin’ through the alley, had to run from a pit
take the bottles to the store and turn ‘em in for a flip
on the side, i was sellin’ drug dealers my p+ss
and my family was gettin’ money but i need my own chips (i need money)
had a lil crew of friends, they was with whatever
i used to let ‘em where my clothes so we could shine together
in high school, it was all about yays and leathers
and that’s when i seen drug money don’t last forever
sh+t startеd gettin’ tight, but i need nike’s
matter of fact, i need thе prada boots with the red stripe
started hustlin’, sellin’ weed to my n+ggas
wasn’t until the white is when i felt i was a dealer
hustlin’ so hard, some days i barely even ate
on the go soon as i wake, only break is when i gotta wait

[verse 2]
for the next sale
if i don’t move my whole pack, then i can’t rest well (nah)
me and bein’ broke didn’t mesh well, so i had to leave it
fast forward, now i’m in a drop benz, thankin’ jesus (jesus)
n+ggas in they 30s still young+n+gga competin’
tryna see who spent the most on they pieces (boy)
boy, i’m in my own lane, i don’t pay attention to you n+ggas
swear dudes pocket watch nowadays more than the b+tches
i’m giovanni, don’t need n0body to cosign me
followin’ the wave is where you n+ggas won’t find me
i set trends, conversin’ with plugs to get the best in
won’t even move a muscle if ten is what it’s less than
unless you fam and tryna build, i could see your plan
you tryna get on your feet, so i’ll give a hand
about the haters – i don’t give a d+mn
they was created right on instagram, i’m simply bein’ who i am
[verse 3]
i don’t need a n+gga’s stamp, i could stamp you (stamp you)
for playin’ strangers close is what i can’t do (nah)
i rather swim in a swamp full of gators
than run around with a bunch of a secret ass haters
you got it all wrong, y’all compete with your n+ggas
i leave room just so i could eat with my n+ggas (yeah)
bring sh+t to the table, never leach on a n+gga
just sayin’ real sh+t, ain’t tryna preach to a n+gga, nah
i understand i’m a different cat
this sh+t you seen me with, n0body gave me that
had to spend the same stack to make a different stack
no big homie put me on, n+gga, picture that (picture that)
n+ggas got fronted bricks when i was flippin’ crack
they crutches gone, now they livin’ life handicapped
and i taught myself how to walk
every win, every loss, made the spirit of a boss (of a boss)

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