Jack The Ripper - Ima Boss Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] What it is though? (Rugh!) Mister 1-8-7 (Rugh!) Another freestyle for yall boys (Rugh!) [Verse 1: Jack Tha Ripper] Look I be ridin' through my new hood but I'm in my old whip I got a new attitude, essays on some old sh** Professor told me study hard, cla**mates ain't liking it They be plagiarizing, I'm original when I write it And I know it's gone pay off, tuition fees Tell the slaves I'm hot too, master degree They heard I open doors now they screaming "Past the key!" And I'm dope with it too keep with me a couple Gs But I ain't smoking though money is my honey Married to the zeros Magic only, Stan Van Gundy That means I coach them Power Forward, I approach them Kardashian on my arm cause she bad, I Lamar Odom You wasn't with me when I was out in L.A Sixth man coming off the bench when the Lakers wouldn't make a way I was faded with the Clippers, got released from the Mavericks Thinking about going back to South Beach with my talents Cause Ima boss, now tell me where the fat hoes at? Shawty say she big body but I ain't f**in' with no Cadillacs Three degrees, brought them back Never lied, told them facts RG3 Redskins, now we running away from sacks Weed and pills learn my lesson I just "Say No" Too many panic attacks, the light was getting too close Thoughts running hot just like my Ninety-Four two do' Pulled over by the po-pos, going to jail a no-no Make it rain with my ice yeah, I let the snow blow Bissonet black on black, rim shop at Rollos Now I'm rollin' in that white thang, 1-8-7 on my chain Stepped on the scene k**ing sh** all you hear is "Bang!" I ain't f**in' with you f**boys get the yellow tape Captain-Save-A-Hoe, I'm bout to lose my cape Ask Tony the Tiger, my life is Grrr-eat Striped up like a zebra, making them calls every play That was back in the day I never been a snitch But I still got my whistle, got them running drills and sh** Being real runs deep in my veins I'm in the Chevy If there ever is a revolution, know I was born ready I'm flowin' strong like I'm bought to break a levee I cook these lyrics, I bet yall wanna know the recipe I proceed with the proceeds, leave the booth deceased Skeletons in the studio, instrumentals getting bodied One time with the shades, beam me up Scotty X-Man in this b**h, a prophet like Socrates (Rugh!)