Boss Level Lyrics - Xv

Yeah, this shit shound like video game music 

Like the boss level, thats where we should take it 

[Hook] 

Boss level, boss level, boss level 

Boss level, boss level, boss level 

Boss level, boss level, boss level 

Boss Level, boss level 

Yeah, this that King Bowser flow 

Creepin' up on that boss level 

Tell me what that cost for you 

Jewellry all made in China 

Know one of them diamonds is all yellow 

I be out in NY hittin' that Lala like I'm Carmelo 

You know they try to lock the rappers 

Don't f-ck around let them dogs smell you 

Used to ball like EA, now I'm on that 2k 

Thirsty bitches like who they? 

That Fly boy club baby hu-rray 

And all my niggas get fooley droppin' shit to me, you could get souffle 

Just kick back like Lui Kang, before a nigga pop at your toupee 

And I don't ever f-ck with a 2-face, you can leave that up to Bruce Wayne 

Run this town and I run this block and I run this street 

Give me 2 lanes, come alive at night, give me 2 fangs 

bands on tre and a few chains 

And I'm sorry girl, I done had a few drinks 

Man I couldn't tell you who came 

See I used to wanna stop on Apollo and now I run the f-cking Apollo 

I don't even need that joint up in Harlem 

Talking bout space shuttles up in the Cosmos 

Where we at, someone better call a tarot 

[Hook] 

Boss level, boss level, boss level 

Boss level, boss level, boss level 

(Creepin up on that boss level) 

boss level, boss level 

(Creepin up on that boss level) 

Came too far to turn around now 

[Verse 2- XV] 

Got more checks and I got more numbers 

Got more bread than I got more wonder 

Bra's in my hand but them chicks like somethin'that are high maintenance like top floor plumbers 

And I keep mad rubbers, Amex card, yeah I keep that from her 

Cause all in all they know I ball and so they call just to see that jumper 

One night stay at the United center 

Then I gotta stop at the bank 

Cause I turn the mall into Madison square 

This flow right here don't see no breaks 

Running back throwed cause im in that flows 

In at the shows f-cking mad hoes, she gimme that p-ssy like American hoes 

I shoot for the moon like witches on brooms 

Niggas just wonder when Vizzy gon' vroom 

I'm turning the key now niggas stay tuned 

Why is you gassed, you niggas is fumes 

Look at your ass, niggas is doomed 

CD is trash now pick up a broom 

I'm up in a room with bitches on shroom's 

LA mornings and Vegas nights, Toga parties and pagan lights 

All I know is this aint just flight, but she said drink it'll change ya life 

Now I'mmm, wonderin' where we are 

Tell em 

[Hook]