[Intro: Boldy James]
Mafia, what else? (Where we at with it?)
227 (Gang)
Let's get it (Uh)
[Chorus: Boldy James]
Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insoles (Racks)
Touring like a concert with them beans, I ain't talking pintos (Yeah)
Base rentals in the bike lane, stayed down, I was ten toes (What else?)
On the 8 with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big 'bows (Yeah)
On the East, twenty-four carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)
All the opps balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks sold (Bricks sold)
In the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I'm in mix mode (Boldy)
Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl (Fishbowl)
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
(Niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl)
Keep that coke swimming in a fishbowl
This that 20/20 Pyrex vision on a lit stove (Work)
Nigga say he burnin' up the turnpike, got me like "Which road?" (Huh?)
Now the Rollie bust-bust, I ain't talking Flipmode (It's Blocks)
Said he on the 6-4, told him, "Meet me at the Citgo" (Let's get it)
On 7 and Littlefield, pint of Hi-Tech and a scrip of pills
Bitches know I got the juice (They do), niggas know it's been a drill (Uh-huh)
Niggas whipping Robitussin (What?) mixing it with Benadryl (Yeah)
Get a brick of blow and cut it, hit it with the fentanyl (Skrrt, skrrt)
Baby bottle spoiled up, I ain't talking Enfamil (At all)
If it ain't sealed up, I'ma up strigadil (Up strap)
'Fore I had a record deal, I was really in the field (Was already on)
For a little bit of nothin', I could get a nigga spilled (Woah)
'Fore I had a fanbase, I was selling tan flakes
Rakin' in the cash, tryna make sure that my mans straight (My guys)
Now everybody breaking bad, shook all of that dead weight
Upgraded my stash, shaking that bag like I landscape (Been working)
My lil' brother SK gotta fight a Fed case
Whole lot of gang shit, and that's without the handshakes (Uh)
Mafia, what else? (Where we at with it?)
227 (Gang)
Let's get it (Uh)
[Chorus: Boldy James]
Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insoles (Racks)
Touring like a concert with them beans, I ain't talking pintos (Yeah)
Base rentals in the bike lane, stayed down, I was ten toes (What else?)
On the 8 with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big 'bows (Yeah)
On the East, twenty-four carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)
All the opps balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks sold (Bricks sold)
In the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I'm in mix mode (Boldy)
Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl (Fishbowl)
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
(Niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl)
Keep that coke swimming in a fishbowl
This that 20/20 Pyrex vision on a lit stove (Work)
Nigga say he burnin' up the turnpike, got me like "Which road?" (Huh?)
Now the Rollie bust-bust, I ain't talking Flipmode (It's Blocks)
Said he on the 6-4, told him, "Meet me at the Citgo" (Let's get it)
On 7 and Littlefield, pint of Hi-Tech and a scrip of pills
Bitches know I got the juice (They do), niggas know it's been a drill (Uh-huh)
Niggas whipping Robitussin (What?) mixing it with Benadryl (Yeah)
Get a brick of blow and cut it, hit it with the fentanyl (Skrrt, skrrt)
Baby bottle spoiled up, I ain't talking Enfamil (At all)
If it ain't sealed up, I'ma up strigadil (Up strap)
'Fore I had a record deal, I was really in the field (Was already on)
For a little bit of nothin', I could get a nigga spilled (Woah)
'Fore I had a fanbase, I was selling tan flakes
Rakin' in the cash, tryna make sure that my mans straight (My guys)
Now everybody breaking bad, shook all of that dead weight
Upgraded my stash, shaking that bag like I landscape (Been working)
My lil' brother SK gotta fight a Fed case
Whole lot of gang shit, and that's without the handshakes (Uh)
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