Sosa - Boss Dna (Original Mix)

Lost DNA
Boss being never want to talk
Every boost against the mobile
Everybody watch me walk if
I'm counting, every corner put the numbers on the board door.
Now
The people who know me keep on knocking
On my door
Old mornings in the kitchen.
Hunger in my gut.
Had to do it with my
Hands while they were telling me to stop
You were laughing at the vision
I was working through the night
Now you want a favor.
Get your
Fingers off my slide
No permission.
I don't wait until they
Clap back.
Every time they close
An interest, I can knock them through
The back back.
Make decisions.
Put my
Name against the risk
You can talk about the pressure.
I was
Living every bit solid.
I don't