TMH - Boss Style
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Текст песни TMH - Boss Style
Shootin' tire, but the street still in my blood
Found pen, but the ink runs like mud
Borrowed meaning with the same cold stare
That made grown man crumble when I pull the chair
They see the watch, they see the chain, they see the shine
They don't see the bodies buried in my mind
Every hand I shook was a lesson in disguise
Now I read a man like books with my eyes close tight
Close tight
Moving in silence, commanding the room
Oh-oh, ball style
Kings bow down, cousins assume
Oh-oh, ball style
I don't chase respect, I let it consume
Oh-oh, ball style
This ain't an attitude, this is my tone
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
They study my moves like a sacred text
But the chapters they miss are the ones that perplex
I learn from the wolves, I dine with the snakes
Now every decision is a move that I stake
No emotions in business
Just profit and loss
The ones who forgot that are nailed to the cross
I walk through the fire with a marble face
This throne, I built this on a concrete base
Ball style
Moving in silence, commanding the room
Oh-oh, ball style
Kings bow down, peasants assume
Oh-oh, ball style
I don't chase respect, I let it consume
Oh-oh, ball style
This ain't an attitude, this is my tomb
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
They wanted me to break
Wanted me to fold, now they read about my life
And stories told, a boss ain't born
A boss is made in the fire and the rain
And the price he pay
My office is the streets, my desk is the block
My employees are loyalty, my currency is stock
I invested in silence, when they spend on noise
Now I'm collecting dividends from the real boys
They ask me the secret, I point to the floor
To the ground where I bled, to the closed doors
A boss don't explain, a boss don't blame
He just acts the bodies and counts the gain
Boss don't explain, a boss don't blame
He just acts the bodies and counts the gain
Ball style
Moving in silence, commanding the room
Ball style
Kings bow down, peasants assume
Ball style
I don't chase respect, I let it consume
Ball style
This ain't an attitude, this is my tomb
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Ball style
Ball style
Ball style
Ball style
Always,always,always
Ball style
Found pen, but the ink runs like mud
Borrowed meaning with the same cold stare
That made grown man crumble when I pull the chair
They see the watch, they see the chain, they see the shine
They don't see the bodies buried in my mind
Every hand I shook was a lesson in disguise
Now I read a man like books with my eyes close tight
Close tight
Moving in silence, commanding the room
Oh-oh, ball style
Kings bow down, cousins assume
Oh-oh, ball style
I don't chase respect, I let it consume
Oh-oh, ball style
This ain't an attitude, this is my tone
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
This is the
They study my moves like a sacred text
But the chapters they miss are the ones that perplex
I learn from the wolves, I dine with the snakes
Now every decision is a move that I stake
No emotions in business
Just profit and loss
The ones who forgot that are nailed to the cross
I walk through the fire with a marble face
This throne, I built this on a concrete base
Ball style
Moving in silence, commanding the room
Oh-oh, ball style
Kings bow down, peasants assume
Oh-oh, ball style
I don't chase respect, I let it consume
Oh-oh, ball style
This ain't an attitude, this is my tomb
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
They wanted me to break
Wanted me to fold, now they read about my life
And stories told, a boss ain't born
A boss is made in the fire and the rain
And the price he pay
My office is the streets, my desk is the block
My employees are loyalty, my currency is stock
I invested in silence, when they spend on noise
Now I'm collecting dividends from the real boys
They ask me the secret, I point to the floor
To the ground where I bled, to the closed doors
A boss don't explain, a boss don't blame
He just acts the bodies and counts the gain
Boss don't explain, a boss don't blame
He just acts the bodies and counts the gain
Ball style
Moving in silence, commanding the room
Ball style
Kings bow down, peasants assume
Ball style
I don't chase respect, I let it consume
Ball style
This ain't an attitude, this is my tomb
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Ball style
Ball style
Ball style
Ball style
Always,always,always
Ball style