Boss

Stop fuckin' with my heart

**** you was my dream, fool

Oh, now you a man ho

I don't need that stress

That stress

I'm a boss in my fuckin' dress

****, stay in line

Hype shit, never hype bitch

Know now that you're dealin' with a crisis

Never been nice, never been nice ****

I'm a thrift store kid, real fly ****

Haven't seen a show 'til you see me live ****

At twenty-three, sold dreams to my side ****

See God when you look me in my eyes ****

Learnt from Ye then went and touched the sky ****

Fifteen when I wrote Will To Survive ****

Fast forward seven years, Low Tides ****

Stayed in my own lane, never side tracked

I serve, serve

Lemme prep it, lemme dice that

You likkle rodents went and fell into my mice trap

And you can send a diss, I would never write back

Never lack, still whippin' main road ****

Man, they shoulda never let me discover the mic

Stop fuckin' with my heart

(Ooh)

**** you was my dream, fool

(Lil' bitch)

Oh, now you a man ho

I don't need that stress

That stress

I'm a boss in my fuckin' dress

****, stay in line

Got in a pattern, followed the rhythm

I disregarded all opinions and continued my mission

Unapologetically I be bossin' it, gettin' better with age

Got it back, never lost it, my legacy remains

Rejected the dotted line but not the pen

Invested in myself, that was money well spent

Came home, mommy burnin' incense

'Member tryin' think of ways to help contribute to the rent

Now the room's upstate, top suite, penthouse

Views where there's no family or friends

One life, do what I want

Know I gotta choose 'fore it's too late

Well, I guess it all depends

I was runnin' with Toby and 'em

Never looked back once I discovered the pen

Dedicated it all to the art

Who woulda known it would be this from the start?

Stop fuckin' with my heart

(Oh)

**** you was my dream, fool

(Lil' bitch)

Oh, now you a man ho

I don't need that stress

That stress

I'm a boss in a fuckin' dress

****, stay in line (Line, line)

****, stay in line

Stop fuckin' with my heart