[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Hook]
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
[Outro]
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
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