Not One Boss - Struggle Mike & Black Soprano Family ft. Benny the Butcher, Duffel Bag Hottie

Bring the beat up some
Fuck wrong with these niggas, man?
Don't care if it take twenty takes
I'm here, nigga
Uh, go
Shit they wanna hear, right?

I just parked the foreign on your BM lungs (Skrrt)
She hit my licks too and she ain't with you, and she on my bum (Facts)
They only fuck with you, it's beneficial, them is not my sons (That's facts)
I said I don't bite my tongue, you want a jaw broke, nigga? Hold my gun (Over here)
I really play with them bricks (I did), I put that on my son (Yeah)
I really play with them sticks, got shot in the back and it scarred my lungs (Boom)
I really jumped out the bed with the AK, I really served my moms (I did)
I really stayed down with a street walker, I gave that hoe bitch crumbs (I did)
I really ran up some money, that's why your lil' bitch give me cudi, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Certain niggas actin' funny, but that's what just come with the money, yeah, yeah (I don't care about that, yeah, yeah)
My BSF chain is flooded, I'm walkin' 'round, doin' the Dougie, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
All the plugs tryna front me, the old me would've walked him (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas keep droppin' up samples, plug not matchin' my standards (How would you do?)
I drop a block in the pot (skrrt, skrrt), and whip it up (skrrt, skrrt), like it was scrambled (Skrrt, yeah, yeah)
I got my lil' man on the scanner (yeah), and my bitch watchin' all the cameras (Bitch)
And I'm gettin' busy in my wife beater, while I'm tryna whip all of these grams up (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, everybody capos, it ain't only one boss
At the trap, it's three foreigns on the front lawn (Skrrt)
I'm checkin' numbers (checkin' numbers), let me count it out (Count it out)
I got bands all around the house (Count it out)
Hundred dollar niggas, million-dollar dreams (Dollar dreams)
We was hustlers, we came up with million-dollar schemes (Uh)
We was trappin', everybody knew (What happened?)
I put my bitch in some Cavalli too (Yeah, woo)

Look, I met with connects and I met other bosses (Facts)
And I done bought baguettes, yeah, I done flooded crosses (Uh-huh)
Took a couple losses, a few double-crosses (Crosses)
Lost my homies, I done cried over a couple coffins (I miss my niggas)
I'm just playin' the hand they dealt me, that's the man it made me (Yeah)
I built a house of cards, I'm like Kevin Spacey
Opened up a trap, that made the feds investigate me (Damn)
But I don't got regrets, that's how I fed the baby
Text the bitch like, "Hurry up, 'cause I ain't waitin' all night for you"
The street dirty and your feet hurt, when you wear shoes with the spikes on 'em (Uh)
You play the streets like me, you gon' need a microwave and some iced water (Uh-huh)
A loyal client with a nice order (what else?), some shooters and a high-price lawyer
I'm feelin' like, "Father, forgive me," chasin' the sour with bottles of Henny
Your bitch lookin' for me, I'm not in the city, no, I'm not Trump, but she politick with me
Too hard to see when I got on these Fendis, so I put a beam on the top of the semi (Baow)
You lead a lie, then hear the shot, then tell 'em "Cut off the top of the Bentley", yeah, yeah

Uh, everybody capos, it ain't only one boss
At the trap, it's three foreigns on the front lawn (Skrrt)
I'm checkin' numbers (checkin' numbers), let me count it out (Count it out)
I got bands all around the house (Count it out)
Hundred dollar niggas, million dollar dreams (Dollar dreams)
We was hustlers, we came up with million dollar schemes (Uh)
We was trappin', everybody knew (What happened?)
I put my bitch in some Cavalli too