Nag Champa

Everybody trying to tell me how I should do it But they ain't gon' do it for me Trying to be a boss Not employee I'm trying to make it across the line with a trophy I had ta Put the jersey on Create ma own winning team Them ppl used ta pass me up Now they watching history Them bitches used to gas me up Now they looking pissed at me My worst enemy Is me when I overthink (Blow the top off) Aye Drop the addy For the drop off Blunt keep on burning like Nag champa They know me in my city as a rasta Ball point pen In my pocket draw the commas Every nigga in my family was a mobster I always knew I had the sauce I need the pasta All these songs I make Is bullets for the choppa Everybody trying to tell me how I should do it But they ain't gon' do it for me Trying to be a boss Not employee I'm trying to make it across the line with a trophy