The boss

People be makin' mistakes
People wanna be runnin' away
Hurry ask for helping they just make excuses and just take it away, Aye!
We got the bag now
We ain't gon go down
We got whatever it takes to make it out and not dancing like a clown
If I don't make it I'll take it
I'm a professional at this, hun!
You should know we're here
When I drop u should know it, fuck!
Know it of course
They wanna be us
But we rose up being a boss
Like the ink from an octopus

Authentic
Chorus :
I was on my kneels (yeah)
Now you see me rising up to the top
Now you feeling me (yeah)
That's what it's about
But you can call me boss
B-O-S to the S
B-O-S to the S
You can call me boss
B-O-S to the S
B-O-S to the S
You can call me boss

People be makin' mistakes
People wanna be runnin' away
Hurry ask for helping they just make excuses and just take it away, Aye!
We got the bag now
We ain't gon go down
We got whatever it takes to make it out and not dancing like a clown

Halo marshal
Verse :
Aye, hun
Get the fuck out
I make these whole rap style, Funny but slow Halo marshal
Bad and fast I ain't got fat, check out these yard
This track sounds like a diss track, don't be mad
I ain't shady now, to be joking around, like the legs of cow
Do you really think I could even bow to be checking out
What the morons have set in their bummy trap, nope do not repeat that, Angel and Angelo, you said that track was a plan, well i don't blame ya, (boom) and I dropped ya, and it went again, (boom), You haven't even landed yet and it all went kaboom, Turned into a cat you're older I'm younger, what a disaster I'm killing ya, and yet you ain't giving up now, your time is gone my time here, putting a pope in a diss well the end time is near, that little rap God has come and I'm gonna make you become like Tom 'cause I'm a bomb I consume grenade, in your life don't u ever spill the shit out to me again, I'm getting to feel like I'm on top, open that champagne and make it sound pop, this is not where I stop an abomination I bomb a whole motherfucking nation, these rappers are like suffocators, suffocating down innocenties suffocation, negative ions, I use this an arrow to stop the whole motherfucking captions, you say my name "Marshal" and I replied twice, man shouted, mark shadow, owe money saw you runnin' , scrape the sunny, she's horny
People be makin' mistakes
People wanna be runnin' away
Hurry ask for helping they just make excuses and just take it away, Aye!
We got the bag now
We ain't gon go down
We got whatever it takes to make it out and not dancing like a clown

Authentic:
Vibes

Always making lots of money
That's y y'all think I'm naughty
But its okay for u to envy
The glory of my legacy
When I rhyme I think I'm worthy
Most of rappers couldn't stand me
Tho I ain't blew up yet
Just got a call from Miami
I sneeze out words, yh my fans should understand me
But jealousy never made 'em realize my quotes of many
(Hun)
Checkin' 'em list
Makin' 'em twist
Movin' lo shits
Killin' the beat
Savin' 'em hit
Put on repeat
Sharin' no seat
Usin' glory (YAAHHH)