Lyrics Board Man Gets Paid - CYRUS

Board Man Gets Paid

Yeah, it was late nights in the parking lot
I locked the doors, turned the speakers up
Play a record that I just laid
And get a feel for it, I got the Midas touch
And it’s never really been about luck
Never had like any on my side
Feeling like I’m Indiana Jones and I just got the ark
Better close all your eyes
Motherfucker, I’ma feast on a beat every week
Everything that I do got a hell of a reason
I’m what is needed, here take a dose
Sing to your bitch, that’s on the low
Rap to your friends, that’s so they know
Beats in the whip, why?
'Cause I can
My last 12 songs better than your best shit
Board man get paid and I’m bored of this shit
Man, I’m pullin' down the rebounds, baby
Ain’t nothin' but a rebound, baby
Ain’t never had a shot like this, never on like this
Never be mine, baby
And it’s sike, that’s just hard talk, boy
Little funny like I’m Marlon Wayans
Man, I’m filling up the stat sheet, huh?
It’s like when it’s Harden playin'
Good try, is you Chris Paul?
Wait
Nobody want Chris Paul, thanks
Been catchin' like way new vibes
Write songs like every damn day
Your shot’s off the backboard, huh?
You need to try new things
I need that Bron contract, straight up
Board man gets paid, that’s right
Shout out Kawhi, shout out Toronto man, yeah
Got the breeze on my back, been busy makin' moves
Man, I grew up lookin' up to Big Sean and now I live inside the booth
Man, drop the attitude, life is pretty great
I woke up, ran me like six miles, saw another kid got tattooed
Man, this shit is really something, ayy
I’ve been feeling super lucky, ayy
And I really wanna challenge myself and really better myself
And get a ring for my woman 'cause she’s special
Got a lot on my mind, here’s the essence
Drop some videos, music, and get investors
Get a record deal offer and get a management offer
And get an agent to hit me and then reject 'em
'Cause I been on the gas and I don’t need the brakes
I’ve been puttin' reps in every single day
I’ve been in the kitchen, got some salmon on the stove
And I just poured a glass of watermelon lemonade
Man, you know how it go like
Cold like Klondike, ball like Klaw do, sweet like Mike Ike
Drive like green light, me like, «So great»
You like, «No thanks,» good like CyHi
Man, I’m a fossil, you never really seen this before
Really like my chips with the dip and awards
Really like my shoulders with a chip on 'em
This is for the kids that was told they ain’t shit
Man, this shit’s unfair and this life is a fair
Mine’s on the fairway, your’s in a chair
Mine’s on the court, man, I live in the paint
Off a no-look pass, board man gets paid
And I’m out