Yeaaa... yeaaaa... its young wiz, the young boss..
Uhh.. the young boss man, ask around I get it poppin In the hood everyday that's where my shit is knockin My fitted cocked 'n what, my city lockdown, leaning to the side, pittsburg, diddy boppin I'm so fly tryin hide from the shitty drop in I get dough and get low, cuz the jiggy watching Takin is not an option, more like an obligation So my advice, get yours and stop your hatin The cops quittin for a nigga to slip (nigga to slip) Everything on the strip so you won't find shit in the whip Except the bad bitch twistin my spliff You pigs ain't worried bout weed, then let me off for a pinch of da piff Then it's back to the hood again, pittsburg hoolagins Hard to find someone to trust, you don't know who friends And the mottos get money and get lost So any motherfucker rap funny and get tossed
I do big things, pull up in trucks and them cars On my own tours, nah, I ain't fucking with yall You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss I'm in the getting cake so where them dollars at If you ain't talking paper then homie holler back Nigga, you can call me the boss, you can call me the boss You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
I smoke big blunts and write the sickest raps Ain't the deal with rush too quick to get them stacks What up Benji? you got a problem, it's a fact With no solution, watch the dough movin But still keep a watch on the cops patrol cruisin Young wiz number one spot you all loosin I'm hearing all the what you bastards say Don't really want to go to war, you like Kashis clay And only go to school half the day Show the passin grades and told them crackers I got cash to make So I'm back in the stu again, hood near you again Gotta let the world know the 4.1.2 in here Why wouldn't I be proud of my city, a young nigga gettin' cake on every side of my city And I sure wouldn't advise you to lie for my city From the east side some niggers ride down for da city
I do big things, pull up in trucks and them cars On my own tours, nah, I ain't fucking with yall You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss I'm in the getting cake so where them dollars at If you ain't talking paper then homie holler back Nigga, you can call me the boss, you can call me the boss You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
If you know me I'm a humble guy But we can take it there, call up a couple guys So we can make it fair, I ain't a custom to all this talking exchangin here You birds just be rapping, the bird be gettin smackin Full of niggers with big cake, they get it trappin Snitches quick to switch face, the nigga yappin No cameras or lights here, where action is right here The whole town banging they pipes here A long white tee and some nike airs, I crack a cigar, fill it with trees, no seeds and some bright hairs And let it put me in my right mind Some niggas question how I write mine It's well known that a youngin is on his grind, Hustling all the time with his mind on his money and his money on his mind. I'm too used to having things grindin and havin green for me to live the life of a average teen
I do big things, pull up in trucks and them cars On my own tours, nah, I ain't fucking with job You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss I'm in the getting cake so where them dollars at If you ain't talking paper then homie holler back Nigga, you can call me the boss, you can call me the boss You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss.