Rap been working, that is certain

Tracks I′m merking, cash disperssion on the daily

Imagine working back is hurting rap's your purposeLack the urge but you′re amazing

Does that determine cash, deserve it

Back to serving at the nursing home to pay me

I snatch my shirt off, I had to work in the trash and sort it

Now back to verses (Boy you're crazy!)

I know it may seem back a worse kid

The more I think about it, yo it's actually perfect

′Cause I don′t really see myself having worth in a job

I'm mad at ′cause that is worthless

So I pick up another pen and pad and purses

Plus I'm a producer I practice per kit

I had it mastered, I was that determined

My drive was massive before I had a permit

Hair was nappy I had to perm it

Pants saggin′ like niggas' had the word flip

I could have been a stat like thermos

Instead I push the needle like the thermostat and had you burning

They used to point and laugh when I rapped at first and

I snuck in shows and body bagged their verses

Now I trek with the stars on some Captain Kirk shit

And they all on my team from the back like Hermit

And that barely scratched the surface

Homeless, jail, to war back to back plus

Searching for a break fast 9-to-5 can′t take that

In other words, fuck flipping flapjacks at Perkins

J's on, Levis', snapback, my shirt crisp

I′m going on tour with a bag of merch prints

My dreams came true and I just had to work with

I had and honestly I′m glad it's working because...

I′m a boss I ain't working for nobody B.Y.O.B

I′m getting faded finna have a celebration B.Y.O.B

I got a few bad chicks right here B.Y.O.B

Blowing on the kush counting up a bag B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

I'm a boss I ain′t working for nobody B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

I'm getting faded finna have a celebration B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

I got a few bad chicks right here B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

Blowing on the kush counting up a bag B.Y.O.B

I remember nothing wasn't working for me

Forget about somebody while working for me

I was sick of living check to check

Becoming neck to neck with debt collectors searching for me

Breaking down a herb and serving perfect poorly

Getting mad and baby mama giving birth to shorty

And I didn′t have a dollar to my name

So I got to make a change

It was ′bout to be a murder story

I vividly remember sitting inside the whip

It was a delivery drive while perps was on me

Sipping on the Sudaf' they thought I was perc-ing homie

Trying to get a pack of dollars and a Gerber homie

Furthermore the outcome I would get laid off

Never took a day off it hurt me homie

Fast forward I′m getting rap money

So the chick that fired me inside the restaurant now serving for me

Funny how the tables start turning towards the

Opposite directions, certain-ly

Enemies wanna be cool

Women with the double D boobs looking steady searching for me

Twerk it slowly

The way the ladies looking at me now, I bet you I can make a virgin horny

Could've been purging in purgatory

Your pussy like Persian, purring on me

Yeah, perfect homie

All the late nights and early mornings

Finally paid off truly now to view me, gotta have an observatory

Personally, purple rolling

I′m so high now, Earth, I'm soaring

Never be average, you′re so boring

Glad I made it, perfect story

Because

I'm a boss I ain't working for nobody B.Y.O.B

I′m getting faded finna have a celebration B.Y.O.B

I got a few bad chicks right here B.Y.O.B

Blowing on the kush counting up a bag B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

I′m a boss I ain't working for nobody B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

I′m getting faded finna have a celebration B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

I got a few bad chicks right here B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

Blowing on the kush counting up a bag B.Y.O.B

I ain't had no bank account

I used to cash my check at Citgo

I ain′t try'na get no gas

I kept my shit right above feet

I used to be tired working doubles

Picking up my girl we had to split the tips in half

′Cause that's all we had to spend

I'm like a rat in this kitchen, the traps was set

I break my back for scraps, went back and swept the spot twice

Then the health inspector saying we ain′t pass the test

He′s 'bout to fire me, I had to kiss so much ass

Feet hurt, kneecaps are red

I keep scratching tickets hoping they match the winning numbers

I hit the bottom ain′t nobody grabbed a net to catch me rent

I felt real like Spider-man is swinging from the building casting webs

My girl smacked me, I grabbed her neck and let go

Dead broke, Us both cryin' on sheets on our mattress wet

I′m screaming let's begin so now I′m cursin at her mom

Wearing me a hand me down furniture I'm on

Got me sitting on a curb and like I'm home

If I see the neighbors searching through my shit

I end up murdering someone

I was certain to become rich and famous making music

I was immature and young

And to credit me, I won′t ever make it

When you finally heard me on a song Box Chevy

Shit I had to work to get it on, now I′m ready

Twelve years later on a tour bus, I was making more but I'm balling hardly

Of course I be on a tour bus that was filled with roaches

At night I felt ′em crawling on me

Praying someone would sign me, all of a sudden finally

Tech N9ne put me on, ever since I've been

Shining with the Snake and Bat

Soaking them gains from Trav

And try′na be like them, B.Y.O.B

I'm a boss I ain′t working for nobody B.Y.O.B

(Yeah, it's Rittz, bitch)

I'm getting faded finna have a celebration B.Y.O.B

(Sure as shit)

I got a few bad chicks right here B.Y.O.B

Blowing on the kush counting up a bag B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

I′m a boss I ain′t working for nobody B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

I'm getting faded finna have a celebration B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

I got a few bad chicks right here B.Y.O.B (B.Y.O.B!)

Blowing on the kush counting up a bag B.Y.O.B