The Day They Make Me Boss
Young Bleed
5:11Now gimme me for a G and let me mob And fuck what you talkin' 'bout player 'cause I do my job I never knew nothing, but hustlin', strugglin', strive Just to stay alive, never could keep a nine to five So I'm makin' myself a proposition that you can't refuse In it to win and never lose (never lose), steady payin' dues I hear 'em hollerin' say, "Poppa, you got the juice now" Got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now But hold me down and let me know you know fa sho' When you see me sideways bailin' out the do' Goin' to the liquor sto' comin' off the slab Smokin' on some weed with plenty hoes to stab On behalf of the Concentration Camp, we breakin' bread for life So everything gon' be alright now, my nigga, my nerve Fresh off the curb, Jelly Jone in berserk Nothin' but balls and my word, fuck what you heard Smoke somethin', nigga