B.O.S.S.

business. over. sucka .shit . BOSS MODE MR.GAStheTrack when it comes to doing business I keep my circle small from a jog to a run from a walk to a crawl all up in your ears Switching gears runnin Drag decorating caskets put in bodies In a bag forced to be polite despite my disposition u can find me in the kitchen with both palms itchin lighten up The Path I envisioned brighter days never lose a fan just to catch a couple plays never compromising quality to gain a couple votes no noose around the neck no Shackles on her throat Prophet off the Poetry pertaining to this Fame they recognize the voice but they hardly know my name no power in the Trap spot just flashlights and torch I've been in the jungle you just jumped off the porch there's a fork in the road on the route Less Traveled brain cells blown so my thoughts seem scrambled dabbling in the darkness promoting false light trying to let it fly we might send them on a flight state-to-state wait Clause distribution of the dope my lyrics an inspiration I give you people hope I organize my life in the order that it comes measure my revenge with them 50 round drums it's a smart type of phone if it's cloned to the T California dreamin all eyes on me I look forward to performance I visualize the chance I endeavor in success under any circumstance stepping thru the section lethal weapon on my person I kept it rated x verse free from any cursin play the game to win don't ever settle for a loss when I look into the mirror I see a straight boss it cost to steady floss the price be steep expensive habits for a savage the shits not cheap