[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Fuck a bird box, got a box of birds
Pull up on the third block, pumpin' roxies undeferred
I got thirty-somethin' shots in this Glock, do not disturb
Heard he wanna run with Blocks, he must got a lot of nerve
Slidin' with this mop, icy as a berg
Made a left off of Vermont, called up pop, I gotta serve
Deuce of Tris all in my pop, lately I been on the verge
Grew up beefin' with my opps, like the Rockets and the Spurs
5.56s get dispersed, from the projects to the 'burbs
Have my killers from New Jers' run your pockets, niggas cursed
While I'm breakin' down a chirp, somewhere lockin' up a bird
I put in a lot of work, finally got what I deserve
Foreigns parked all on the curb, two jail calls I gotta merge
Auntie workin' on my nerves, she just called with ninety Percs
Thirty blues and sixty Norcs, hundred oranges, six of purp
Unk, he keep comin' up short, he still owe me from the first
I wish [?] was here to tell 'em out his mouth, in his own words
All the Tech that we were sellin', all the ounces we done served
All the pots that we done stirred, run the route, then bust a swerve
Wintertime chinchilla furs, now I'm coppin' his and her's
Plugged in like a power surge, [?]
Fifty guap, we finna purge, up this Glock and shit a turd
When I saw my first rock, I was on the block, was scurred
All these different color pills, shit look like a box of Nerds
When they killed my brother [?], had me at a loss for words
I got killers comin' home, all that time that they done served
Homeboy cappin' like he him, shit, but that's not what I heard
Fuck a bird box, got a box of birds
Pull up on the third block, pumpin' roxies undeferred
I got thirty-somethin' shots in this Glock, do not disturb
Heard he wanna run with Blocks, he must got a lot of nerve
Slidin' with this mop, icy as a berg
Made a left off of Vermont, called up pop, I gotta serve
Deuce of Tris all in my pop, lately I been on the verge
Grew up beefin' with my opps, like the Rockets and the Spurs
5.56s get dispersed, from the projects to the 'burbs
Have my killers from New Jers' run your pockets, niggas cursed
While I'm breakin' down a chirp, somewhere lockin' up a bird
I put in a lot of work, finally got what I deserve
Foreigns parked all on the curb, two jail calls I gotta merge
Auntie workin' on my nerves, she just called with ninety Percs
Thirty blues and sixty Norcs, hundred oranges, six of purp
Unk, he keep comin' up short, he still owe me from the first
I wish [?] was here to tell 'em out his mouth, in his own words
All the Tech that we were sellin', all the ounces we done served
All the pots that we done stirred, run the route, then bust a swerve
Wintertime chinchilla furs, now I'm coppin' his and her's
Plugged in like a power surge, [?]
Fifty guap, we finna purge, up this Glock and shit a turd
When I saw my first rock, I was on the block, was scurred
All these different color pills, shit look like a box of Nerds
When they killed my brother [?], had me at a loss for words
I got killers comin' home, all that time that they done served
Homeboy cappin' like he him, shit, but that's not what I heard
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