Deeper - BOSS
Written by：C. Reid/J. Fortson/R. Samuels/R. Royal
I don't really wanna feel
Like I'm in a daze
So I smoke big kill
Just to deal with the ills
Like this f**ked up trip
My skills ain't payin' bills and
It's f**kin' with me and my grip
I drink that St Ide's sh*t
And smoke a ticket at the same time
Drop a wicked bomb on my naughty nature
I'm livin' foul like a nickerbocker
B**ch I'm not the woman to sleep but I'm lost
'Cause I be on some ole' I'm tired of niggaz
Tryin' to come up off b**ches type thing
And if I don't react the way
He want he might swing
His little trick b**ch a** in another direction
Then don't even use protection
I hate stupid sh*t assholes can avoid
Yo and if worse came to worse
I'll run a fraud on unemployed
'Cause who the f**k cares
That I got gray hairs and can't sleep
Know what I mean
This is deep I'm goin' deeper
Every now and then
I start flippin' and get to thinkin'
About deep sh*t beyond all that b******t
I shoot at people
Yeah I know what you mean
But f**k it I'm evil
And I'm hip to every b**ch tryin' to get a grip
And every ni**a tryin' to get a grip
But f**k that sh*t
And I say f**k that sh*t
With my mighty middle finger
I'm heavy off into this rap sh*t
F**kin' singers yo I think I'm gettin' tense
'Cause my dollars ain't makin' no f**kin' sense
But then again
It's probably all that chronic that I smoked
I use to be like that when
I was out there slangin' d**e
And lately I been flippin' on some
Old paranoid sh*t
Like lookin' f**kers up
And down tryin' to start sh*t
'Cause I'm a hard b**ch
So why don't you just soften up
I try to be cool but I get caught up
When I go to clubs straight up
I don't even trust myself yo you can trust me
F**k I know I'm just like you
Right that's deep
Deeper and deeper
Yo boss that sh*t you talkin' 'bout
That's some deep sh*t
I'm tellin' you that's
Can't really get with that relate to that sh*t
I guess it's best we tell them mon
Every time she come
She's detrimental mon
Yes mon know dis
Don't make me tell dem again mon woy
She too hotta tell a man she too hotta
Tell man she too hotta an'
Every posse know dat ta
Yes she too hotta tell man she too hotta
For inside she come
She say de posse get flat come
Aiyyo I got them buck wild thrills livin' foul kills
I'm tryin' to get to watts
But I'm stuck in Baldwin hills
Tryin' to find myself for real though check it
If I just rewind myself
I'll see it ain't that hectic
Y'all don't hear me talkin'
But it's time to get a stack
'Cause I'm about a second away
From goin' back
To the corner slangin' d**e
Gankin' cluckers jackin' high cappin' marks
I may be losin' my mind
But better that than my heart
I talk a lot of sh*t
But I can back it all the f**k up
I'm real cool people
Until some b******t get brung up
Look here believe me I ain't comin' out my crib
Tryin' to snap on life and run out
And do some dumb sh*t
So I'll be takin' another sip to relax me
And get them problems
Out my mind that distract me
Life is workin' on my last nerve
Yeah I hear you G
I'll see yo' a** next week peace
Yo that sh*t is deep
Deeper and deeper
Deeper and deeper
Deeper and deeper
Deeper and deeper
