Boss

[Intro: Joe Grind]

Yeah

Oi this beat sound like some game

But man know we don't play games you know

Let man know

[Verse 1: Joe Grind]

Mans so sick that's why I get sick pay

Work hard and I don't take sick days

I've had sick days, from Ménage à trois I've had six ways

Mans been and fought at some sick raves

I could bun out a mixtape in six days

Show one of your works that's them sick gains

Think you're six heavy that's same kids ways

Mans been out here check the mixtapes

Two 19 back to 06' days

Them SM1 [?] days

Man was on the ground then we switched trains

Mans got the bag its done been claimed

Made hard work from my hard work cah my work rates insane

Mans fire right now but I've been burnt

Mans turned up now but i been turned, down

Shit could've been worse, how?

Cah man could've been murked

Man could've been nits could've been bird, did

But I ain't so I been working

Far place man i scream verses

Try tell me I ain't been murking

Are you crazy doggy?

These man gimmicks like crazy froggy

These man outface i give them props

The only prop i got is i do shit properly

I sell crack cuz, call me papi

Swing that way but, man are on me

Are you mad cuz I been killing this game

You pricks couldn't even get in the lobby

[Hook: Joe Grind, JME]

I pay the cost to be the boss

It doesn't work i make a loss

It works out i make profit

Got more tricks up my socks

Mans flipped way more than mans flopped

Mans hit way more than mans dodged

Man gives way more than mans got

Rep nines but now i call shots

I pay the cost to be the boss

It doesn't work i make a loss

It works out i make profit

Got more tricks up my socks

Mans flipped way more than mans flopped

Mans hit way more than mans dodged

Man gives way more than mans got

Rep nines but now i call shots (Serious)

[Verse 2: JME]

Man are dead that's why they make dead tunes

Roll in with a likkle dead crew

Man don't bread you

With them bumper car looking dead shoes

650 pound dead food (2012)

Rap meets grime JME and Joe Grind fed you

Coming like grime, rice and residue

Come in like mans nice mans blessed you

Now mans still on a level you can't get to

These dogs you man will get fed to

They'll chew you up and digest you

I'm the boss you man playing guess who

Still getting violated by feds too

On streets it's peak every week i see flashing red blue

But i don't care

Mans been offline i see so clear

Nike air white fam baby for the whole year

Bit of drama but we won't go there

Man went SSJ, do with gold hair

Fan base ain't going nowhere

Grime MC FM man will roll there

This flows too sick but i got a better one boy no spare

Let me tell you something

Rude boy you will never get their respect

Don't matter if you shoot or cut em

Or kidnap or flippin gun butt em

Fam can't tell me nothing

Big mouth yutes don't make me shut em

Are you mad mans killing this game

You eedyats don't even know the buttons

[Hook: Joe Grind]

I pay the cost to be the boss

It doesn't work i make a loss

It works out i make profit

Got more tricks up my socks

Mans flipped way more than mans flopped

Mans hit way more than mans dodged

Man gives way more than mans got

Rep nines but now i call shots

I pay the cost to be the boss

It doesn't work i make a loss

It works out i make profit

Got more tricks up my socks

Mans flipped way more than mans flopped

Mans hit way more than mans dodged

Man gives way more than mans got

Rep nines but now i call shots