I'm the Boss (Reigen Arataka)

I ain't got powers, but I walk like I run the whole show

Slingin’ salt and bullshit—still got the ghosts goin' ghost

You wanna talk psychic? Bitch, I talk payroll

Mob ain't the only one with pressure 'bout to explode

Who the fuck needs powers when your mouth game's lethal?

Conman's confidence—talk slick, fool people

Exorcise demons? Nah, I just hustle their fears

Turn your curses to cash—been stackin’ for years

Bitch, I’m certified with the fake-ass flair

Got spirits scared stiff from my deadass stare

I talk my way through life like it's turn-based combat

And if shit gets real? Mob's got my back like a goddamn contract

They call me fraud? Nah—I’m the face of finesse

Fake it till I make it? Nah—I made it, no stress

They say Reagan’s full of shit—yeah, and that shit still sells

And I’m cleanin' out your aura while I'm cleanin' out your shelves

I’m the boss, I’m the king, I’m the face of the firm

I got holy water scams and receipts that burn

Mob’s my secret weapon, yeah I’m ridin’ that wave

But I built this empire with the bullshit I gave

I’m the boss—no cap, just charisma and clout

Talk slick, make you doubt your own fuckin’ self-doubt

No powers, no problem, I just fake ‘em with pride

Still got demons cryin’ like they’re dead inside

You try to test me? Better come correct

I charm gods and cons with a paycheck

Turn psychic trauma into branding gold

Turn your haunted ass house into a sold-out show

I sell curses like candy, fear like fashion

Your ghost story? That’s just a profit transaction

I'm the man behind the myth, the puppetmaster on stage

Mob’s the nuclear bomb—I'm the one with the cage

You think you’re special ‘cause your power’s legit?

I made a whole career outta supernatural bullshit

I’ll slap a curse with table salt and a smirk

Then charge your ass extra for the paperwork

I’m the Don, the dealer, the slick-tongued savior

Giving therapy and exorcisms with flavor

And if the world resets and my mind gets wiped

I’ll still talk my way back to the top overnight

I’m the boss, I’m the king, I’m the face of the firm

I got holy water scams and receipts that burn

Mob’s my secret weapon, yeah I’m ridin’ that wave

But I built this empire with the bullshit I gave

I’m the boss—no cap, just charisma and clout

Talk slick, make you doubt your own fuckin’ self-doubt

No powers, no problem, I just fake ‘em with pride

Still got demons cryin’ like they’re dead inside

So next time you doubt a man without gifts

Remember—I'm the reason that Mob still exists

No spells, no power, no spirit flame gloss

Still top-tier in this bitch, ‘cause I’m the fuckin’ boss