King-ISO - BYOB lyrics

Rap been working, that is certain Tracks I'm merking, cash disperssion on the daily Imagine working back is hurting rap's your purpose Lack 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 ma**ive before I had a permit Hair was nappy I had to perm it Pants sagging like n***as' 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 sh** 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, f** 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 (?pulley?) 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 b**bs 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 p**y 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 sh** 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 pa** the test He's 'bout to fire me, I had to kiss so much a** 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 sh** 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 sh** 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, b**h) I'm getting faded finna have a celebration B.Y.O.B (Sure as sh**) 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