[Intro: Boldy James]
'Chemist, Bo Jack
G.I. back to that one-way
Where we at with it? Uh
227, Blockworks
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
I'm making short-term goals, make the work turn pro (Yeah)
Thought it was a diamond in the rough, just a lump of coal
Snipe a nigga soul, lil' Joseph, he'll up the pole (Pow, pow)
Wipe a nigga nose, for his Rol' and them Buffalos (Slime)
Swiping custos, selling blows, running through them 'bows
How you loving those? Never told on none of my bros
I be on the road, ducking patrol, coming through the toll (Yeah)
Tryna keep it low, but Lord knows I need to move this load
Shootin' through the O, on 75, set the cruise control
It's moving too slow? Give it to Taj, he gon' move it whole (Drug store)
It ain't what you know, it's who you know, plug toot his nose
Every time it touch, it put me right back in the Super Bowl (Back in the game)
No, this ain't Quali, that was Hi-Tech in my juice I poured
On my mama stove with a Pyrex full of sushi roll
I hit it with them ice chips and Ramen noodle bowls (Uh)
It harden up and turn into a block, looked like the soup was cold
[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]
The Los Angeles Firing Squad now must come
Yeah, us original
Sincerely yours, Unfadeable Fred
V12s, yeah
Crime lord, it's the twank, yeah
'Chemist, Bo Jack
G.I. back to that one-way
Where we at with it? Uh
227, Blockworks
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
I'm making short-term goals, make the work turn pro (Yeah)
Thought it was a diamond in the rough, just a lump of coal
Snipe a nigga soul, lil' Joseph, he'll up the pole (Pow, pow)
Wipe a nigga nose, for his Rol' and them Buffalos (Slime)
Swiping custos, selling blows, running through them 'bows
How you loving those? Never told on none of my bros
I be on the road, ducking patrol, coming through the toll (Yeah)
Tryna keep it low, but Lord knows I need to move this load
Shootin' through the O, on 75, set the cruise control
It's moving too slow? Give it to Taj, he gon' move it whole (Drug store)
It ain't what you know, it's who you know, plug toot his nose
Every time it touch, it put me right back in the Super Bowl (Back in the game)
No, this ain't Quali, that was Hi-Tech in my juice I poured
On my mama stove with a Pyrex full of sushi roll
I hit it with them ice chips and Ramen noodle bowls (Uh)
It harden up and turn into a block, looked like the soup was cold
[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]
The Los Angeles Firing Squad now must come
Yeah, us original
Sincerely yours, Unfadeable Fred
V12s, yeah
Crime lord, it's the twank, yeah
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!