Made Bosses

[Chorus: Emanny & Conway the Machine]
The wins and losses make bosses, we all don't last in this game
Some got locked up or saw coffins, just thank God I found my way
A few went up, some went down
Speak for those who ain’t around
Hah? (Trust) Talk to 'em, king
Yeah

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
I just wanted to make my mama smile (No cap)
I'm living out my dream, I know my mama proud (I know she proud)
Toya held me down when I ain’t have a dollar 'round
Now I got her jumpin' out a Benz, Balenciaga'd down (No cap)
I light my Russian Cream and take a shot of brown (Uh-huh)
I wish MachineGun was still living, a nigga shot him down (My nigga)
My only regret is I was not around (Miss my nigga)
But I took over the game and they can't stop us now (We them boys, nigga)
I ain't holdin' back no more, I'm takin’ charge (Hah?)
I ain’t wait for help, I just became a boss (I leveled up)
I treat it as a lesson when I take a loss
They gave Lo Pro five, his rap shit was just takin' off (Damn)
I got a phone call today from Sos (Hah?)
He in the Feds, been down six, I hope he made the most
Of that time, he said he just been readin’ books and stayin' woke
He said he livin' through me, he said I gave him hope (Hahaha)

[Chorus: Emanny & Conway the Machine]
The wins and losses make bosses (Huh?), we all don't last in this game
Some got locked up or saw coffins, just thank God I found my way
A few went up, some went down
Speak for those who ain’t around
I'm here for the ones who can't be
I share my love and their pain

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
Ayo, shout to my niggas that hoop
Ain't no pump fakin', you'll get slumped if you're pretendin' to shoot
Don't worry 'bout me sendin' the troops
Unload this as a soloist, bitch, I never been in a group
I'm livin' proof what niggas can do
How you can make business moves not fit in a suit
Now tell me this, how many bricks could fit in this coupe?
Now if I give one to you, you'll probably come back with an excuse
Y'all tryna buy every stone
I spent two mil' on properties that's not my primary home
Before rap, was already known
I carry chrome, four-four Bulldog that bury bones
I done had some legendary phones
Put a few folks on they feet, but loyalty is rarely shown
Even though I'm very known
It's old pics shown that I don't really fuck with you niggas like Jerry Jones
Trust