Boss Style lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sthugh
[?]
Made a stock of day back in high school
Still graduated from my side moves
Rap a name forever I got big plans
Stead of buying bottles on my [?] land
When you run to school [?] a lot of dumb sh*t
(dumb sh*t)
How you fun I’m too busy trying to run sh*t
(run sh*t)
Mold money yeah you know what they come yeah
(come yeah)
Mold problems got to deal with pretty dumb chix
(dumb chix)
Get rich my mode of vasin when I wake up
(when I wake up)
Get better we don’t set a fun no fake cuts
(no fake cuts)in the club that’s full of attitudes
And fake buds (fake buds)
But would you still be a damn with no makeup
(no makeup)

[Verse 2]
Be humble baby I’m just tryin’ to show you love
But since you acting stink f*** you own wanna f***
(wanna f***)
F****** out your blessing
The pus*y ain’t worth the dramma and distressing
Lord knows that I learned my lesson plenty of times
(plenty of times)
They got my patience tested by so many [?]
Just ‘cause you find think ‘em about down to your feet
(down to your feet)
Guess what bull you ain't be (you ain't be)
Busy up in the G [?]known for my city streets
Still feel like [?] no n*gga fab me
(fab me)
I’m domestic I’m no hood joe low [?]
Telling [?] chase a dream
Stop chasin’ fame (chasin’ fame )
Dab dab dab