Spirit of a Boss lyrics

[Verse 1]
Raised on Fenkell and Strathmoor, my first hustle:
I was draggin’ bottles out through my backdoor
Walkin’ through the alley, had to run from a pit
Take the bottles to the store and turn ‘em in for a flip
On the side, I was sellin’ drug dealers my p*ss
And my family was gettin’ money but I need my own chips (I need money)
Had a lil crew of friends, they was with whatever
I used to let ‘em wear my clothes so we could shine together
In high school, it was all about yays and leathers
And that’s when I seen drug money don’t last forever
sh*t started gеttin’ tight, but I need Nike’s
Matter of fact, I need the Prada boots with thе red stripe
Started hustlin’, sellin’ weed to my n*ggas
Wasn’t until the white is when I felt I was a dealer
Hustlin’ so hard, some days I barely even ate
On the go soon as I wake, only break is when I gotta wait

[Verse 2]
For the next sale
If I don’t move my whole pack, then I can’t rest well (Nah)
Me and bein’ broke didn’t mesh well, so I had to leave it
Fast forward, now I’m in a drop Benz, thankin’ Jesus (Jesus)
n*ggas in they 30s still young-n*gga competin’
Tryna see who spent the most on they pieces (Boy)
Boy, I’m in my own lane, I don’t pay attention to you n*ggas
Swear dudes pocket watch nowadays more than the b*tches
I’m Giovanni, don’t need nobody to cosign me
Followin’ the wave is where you n*ggas won’t find me
I set trends, conversin’ with plugs to get the best in
Won’t even move a muscle if ten is what it’s less than
Unless you fam and tryna build, I could see your plan
You tryna get on your feet, so I’ll give a hand
About the haters – I don’t give a damn
They was created right on Instagram, I’m simply bein’ who I am
[Verse 3]
I don’t need a n*gga’s stamp, I could stamp you (Stamp you)
For playin’ strangers close is what I can’t do (Nah)
I rather swim in a swamp full of gators
Than run around with a bunch of a secret ass haters
You got it all wrong, y’all compete with your n*ggas
I leave room just so I could eat with my n*ggas (Yeah)
Bring sh*t to the table, never leach on a n*gga
Just sayin’ real sh*t, ain’t tryna preach to a n*gga, nah
I understand I’m a different cat
This sh*t you seen me with, nobody gave me that
Had to spend the same stack to make a different stack
No big homie put me on, n*gga, picture that (Picture that)
n*ggas got fronted bricks when I was flippin’ crack
They crutches gone, now they livin’ life handicapped
And I taught myself how to walk
Every win, every loss, made the spirit of a boss (Of a boss)