10/19/2025
Boss Code: The MO Manifesto (Feat. Uncle CJC)
(Verse 1) Yeah, I'm the real boss, f**k a cop, ain't got time for a thot This is the life I choose, I get this gwuap on the spot Watch her hit that butterfly dance right on the back top Then I blow up the spot with the homies doin' the Crip Walk My G been endin' careers, not even sittin' on top 'Cause I'm my own boss, move different like the underground won't ever quit or stop. We beat up the block, knock you out your shoes and your shock, I'm a wolf in the wood, I stock my prey before I take it out, you hear the tick-tock?
(Chorus) Gotta sit down, pay attention when my finger's itchin' Wantin' to pop a few rounds—we don't play in the circus, not them clowns. When we pull up and hop out, mfers be mad at their own doubt, See, a solid team is rare, y'all quit before the finish, that's a bitch and a coward. You wanna talk about standin' on business? But I'm the only one who did it, nobody else could Put respect on my name, lil' bro, I tried to clean your background, but you misunderstood. The truth is comin' out, and yeah, it's gonna hurt when the sound Drops—I won't fight, but best believe I stand my ground.
(Verse 2) Taught and trained, never to back down, this is my movie, you can bet on me, I make every single move count, strategically. Not some punk with a gun thinkin' he hard, you might be bigger than me, But my whole life I fought more people than you and me combined, and still come out on the victory. I'm a boss for a reason, my Grandma told me, "You can catch more bees with honey," no matter the season. I'm over here changin' lives overseas with these lyrics and beats, Chosen to run the game for the ones who can't get a second chance on these streets. I'm the G, they call me Uncle CJC, big brother C-Low GC, They wanna see me slip, but I ain't lettin' up my seat for any dude or chick— Just like your OG Eminem did, YGs all about that.
(Outro) I'm a boss with the square-toe steppas, this world is chess, not checkers, fam. I don't gotta send a shot, my girl's their to send off that pop at all cost for her boss, that's the program. That's how we do it in the MO, smokin' dro, ain't f**kin' with these hoes, Back on the road, watchin' these bands grow, body droppin' to the floor, Keepin' that money comin' in fast or slow, yeah, we them go-getters, though.