[Intro: Boldy James]
Where we at? (You know we with it)
Yeah (Talk that shit to 'em man, let 'em hear that shit, Boldy)
227
Mafia, what else? (This that 6 Mile, 7 Mile shit)
Blockworks (Talk that shit to 'em)
Game Time (ConCreatures, east side, west side, forever)
Let's get it
(We gon' keep pourin' up fours)
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Scatterbraind-ed, tweaking off them zerpers, seen a lot of murders
Shellshocked me at an early age, worse than Bobby Shmurda
Jay Rock popped me in my anklе, claimed it was an accident
Tay died aftеr Franco, Jay Rock went right back for trafficking
Averaging a triple-double, spizz out off of Westbrook
Russell did a demon drop, my bitch wrote me a textbook
About how I'm a cheater, how my ex-ho was a tackhead
My grandma banging needles, Uncle Eddy was a smackhead
Was raised by the junkies, fiends, addicts, all the crackheads
And jays with that monkey on they back who keep the flathead
A Phillip in they pocket, bag it, filling up a gas can
No tenths in deposit, I need sixty for this half gram
Bagman P hit my line, told me to pull up on him
Them joints I left, he gave 'em back 'cause people didn't want 'em
Caught in up the moment, thinking, "Man, this shit wasn't even for them"
Even though we beefing now, I still can't forget lil' bruh nem
I be thugging, and it ain't no secret, barely catch me clubbing
Ain't got a key squeezing the trigger, could just press a button
Rest in peace to Tune, I had my fair share of losing loved ones
Headstones in tombs, balloons, Carebears, and Teddy Rusters
Sipping Tussin' with this Russian, got a hundro in it
Always got the ups, won't even get a chance to fumble with it
Told him anything under a trey pack, make him come and get it
Feds come with a cop, I'ma take that and I'm running with it
A lot of this shit I don't be feeling, I'm not fucking with it
He still know that I'ma kill him, even though his brother did it
She got me out my body, in my feelings when I'm in it
Baby hotter than a hot tamale in a skillet
Ask about me, Spanish mami say, "That kid the realest"
Come put your twatty on my johnny, bae, I'm finna kill it
Okay I'm lying, getting dizzy, dozing on this red
Might can't stay up to hit that pussy, still I want some head
Niggas don't understand my slanguage, it go over heads
He snitching, rapping all that same shit he told the feds
We came so close, so far to go, still I live on the edge
See me and Todd and they get scared like they seen Motorhead
Been almost twenty years later, still ain't over tears
I lost a ten-page letter that I wrote to [Vince?]
All these up and coming nowadays, a bunch of Bo Js
Babyface told me, "Boldy, niggas riding your wave"
When we was in the 8, we sold it, nephew couldn't believe this shit
Bill was nine K in [Rude?] Chris, you should've seen this shit
Hear no, see no, speak no evil, penalty of leadership
All my ConCreatures, we some real evil geniuses
In Toledo with a kilo, niggas never seen a brick
My way La Carlito, me and [Queebo?] used to dream of this
Telly down in AZ so we took another Phoenix trip
Venus fly trapping on McNichols, finna drink a six
Pulling up on Auntie when she need a fix
None of these niggas not fucking with my clique, I think I'm being legit
Keep a blick, 'vade apartments, told Double, "When we get rich
Ain't no more touching keys, up my sleeve you know I keep a trick"
Pull a rabbit out the hat, ounces for an evening strip
Round and round we go, show you how to roll a wicked spliff
Forty on my hip, forty-one my wrist, keep a stick
Forty-two my youngest, forty-three I AMG'd the kit
Ali told me let up off it, had to let it breathe a bit
When I tell people where I'm from, they don't believe this shit
Long live Pac, R-I-P to B-I-G and Nip
Popping all these deuces and trey's, they thought that we was crips
Floor seats at the palace, cuzzo swiped so we could see some tix
Ask her if she hungry, she said yeah, I told her, "Eat a dick"
Judges bow down at the Tudor, open up from three to six
Had to cover my mouth when I speak, they tryna read my lips
Up 'til seven tryna catch them [rustling?], it was just me and Slick
Had to cover my mouth when I speak, they tryna read my lips
Where we at? (You know we with it)
Yeah (Talk that shit to 'em man, let 'em hear that shit, Boldy)
227
Mafia, what else? (This that 6 Mile, 7 Mile shit)
Blockworks (Talk that shit to 'em)
Game Time (ConCreatures, east side, west side, forever)
Let's get it
(We gon' keep pourin' up fours)
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Scatterbraind-ed, tweaking off them zerpers, seen a lot of murders
Shellshocked me at an early age, worse than Bobby Shmurda
Jay Rock popped me in my anklе, claimed it was an accident
Tay died aftеr Franco, Jay Rock went right back for trafficking
Averaging a triple-double, spizz out off of Westbrook
Russell did a demon drop, my bitch wrote me a textbook
About how I'm a cheater, how my ex-ho was a tackhead
My grandma banging needles, Uncle Eddy was a smackhead
Was raised by the junkies, fiends, addicts, all the crackheads
And jays with that monkey on they back who keep the flathead
A Phillip in they pocket, bag it, filling up a gas can
No tenths in deposit, I need sixty for this half gram
Bagman P hit my line, told me to pull up on him
Them joints I left, he gave 'em back 'cause people didn't want 'em
Caught in up the moment, thinking, "Man, this shit wasn't even for them"
Even though we beefing now, I still can't forget lil' bruh nem
I be thugging, and it ain't no secret, barely catch me clubbing
Ain't got a key squeezing the trigger, could just press a button
Rest in peace to Tune, I had my fair share of losing loved ones
Headstones in tombs, balloons, Carebears, and Teddy Rusters
Sipping Tussin' with this Russian, got a hundro in it
Always got the ups, won't even get a chance to fumble with it
Told him anything under a trey pack, make him come and get it
Feds come with a cop, I'ma take that and I'm running with it
A lot of this shit I don't be feeling, I'm not fucking with it
He still know that I'ma kill him, even though his brother did it
She got me out my body, in my feelings when I'm in it
Baby hotter than a hot tamale in a skillet
Ask about me, Spanish mami say, "That kid the realest"
Come put your twatty on my johnny, bae, I'm finna kill it
Okay I'm lying, getting dizzy, dozing on this red
Might can't stay up to hit that pussy, still I want some head
Niggas don't understand my slanguage, it go over heads
He snitching, rapping all that same shit he told the feds
We came so close, so far to go, still I live on the edge
See me and Todd and they get scared like they seen Motorhead
Been almost twenty years later, still ain't over tears
I lost a ten-page letter that I wrote to [Vince?]
All these up and coming nowadays, a bunch of Bo Js
Babyface told me, "Boldy, niggas riding your wave"
When we was in the 8, we sold it, nephew couldn't believe this shit
Bill was nine K in [Rude?] Chris, you should've seen this shit
Hear no, see no, speak no evil, penalty of leadership
All my ConCreatures, we some real evil geniuses
In Toledo with a kilo, niggas never seen a brick
My way La Carlito, me and [Queebo?] used to dream of this
Telly down in AZ so we took another Phoenix trip
Venus fly trapping on McNichols, finna drink a six
Pulling up on Auntie when she need a fix
None of these niggas not fucking with my clique, I think I'm being legit
Keep a blick, 'vade apartments, told Double, "When we get rich
Ain't no more touching keys, up my sleeve you know I keep a trick"
Pull a rabbit out the hat, ounces for an evening strip
Round and round we go, show you how to roll a wicked spliff
Forty on my hip, forty-one my wrist, keep a stick
Forty-two my youngest, forty-three I AMG'd the kit
Ali told me let up off it, had to let it breathe a bit
When I tell people where I'm from, they don't believe this shit
Long live Pac, R-I-P to B-I-G and Nip
Popping all these deuces and trey's, they thought that we was crips
Floor seats at the palace, cuzzo swiped so we could see some tix
Ask her if she hungry, she said yeah, I told her, "Eat a dick"
Judges bow down at the Tudor, open up from three to six
Had to cover my mouth when I speak, they tryna read my lips
Up 'til seven tryna catch them [rustling?], it was just me and Slick
Had to cover my mouth when I speak, they tryna read my lips
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