Tony Stanza

HOOK If all these rappers are bossman (X4) Tell me Who doing the work? (X4) [Verse 1: Substantial] Yall some underachievers You'll never be a boss or leader Competitor you're hardly that either You'll never be as hard as us creatures You're messin with Gods of the speakers They sayin Oh My God he's a genius How you gonna ball from the bleachers... Where I'm from they call that shit leachin' Nobody working harder we beastin This shit'll put a pause on your breathing Somebody stick a folk in'em please and... Tell'em bring the coffin he's leavin Can't tell if he was coughing or queefin Ain't built for this boy you're a fetus Rippin' shit apart at our event Like a bawse and applause isn't need Cause we working day and night, on the low So it's hard to stay in sight but you know that Behind the scenes, that I guide my team to realize our dreams and ignite The f-f-fire, desire climbing higher and higher I was rich even prior to turning sires to buyers You's a customer not owner Just a rustler not loaner Hold up, better own up, for you roll up And you get exposed as just a poser You's a fraud, baby you ready or nah We can see through the facade We goin hard, from our backyard to abroad On our job wherever we are! HOOK [Verse 2: Tonedeff] Godammit, y'all out to lunch How in the fuck I expect that the job be done? Hired a bunch of impressionist, sloppy chumps Trying to stunt for the benefits, stocks and such Slip/fall for a settlement, a thousand bucks Ripped off, now they sweatin in a taco truck Brickwalled by their pettiness - and all for what? Shit nah - there ain't anyone the boss of us What a conundrum, who's left to be moppin up? Who in the f's gonna fetch me a coffee cup? It's obvious none of us wanna be stuck in the office But when I'm running biz independently - I'm the one In front of a monitor - the devil in me got me just Hunting for dollars, every penny is the god you trust I'm an autonomous executive - I call for cuts Of any incompetent secretaries - so y'all are fucked Pink slip… but they talking tough? And wanna don boxing gloves Bitch, you a mailroom clerk - so when the scale don't work, you don't box, you just box shit up Zip it! Ship it! Whip it, good! Devo! Nobody making a cent off Vevo - We don't Give our money to Mr. Iovine, No, we keeping our c-notes, and build it up till the profits come Obnoxious to some, cause everybody hate they boss Yelling bout how to make they calls Telling em how their vacay's off Venting 'bout how their pay grade's small Evidence of the game they lost And the main is stage is ours, y'all are just bitter HR wanted a confidence builder Fine, I'ma get Algo, then Kill drums with Sub - put em on a bill Bottom line is we always deliver. Get up! HOOK