[Intro: Boldy James]
'Chemist
Concrete Evidence
Blockworks, where we at with it?
Still the same ConCreature
Lil' Moochie, James Clay Jones III
Since Auntie Colleen and Uncle Speedy stayed on the 1st
The 6-4 YBS, bold and cold
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
I keep it funky with my folkers (Yeah), hunting with my poachers (Uh)
Slumping with the vultures, stockpiling with the brokers
Baseline it to them smokers (Blocks), Tony, we ain't the only dopers
Servin' all these pops, I move, fuckin' up the culture
Monkey nuts in that Corolla, ride foreign but it's stolen
Gone off that doja, runnin' from the rollers
Stick like remote controller, quick to shoot to the K like I'm Koller
Chip on my shoulder, scraping up them extras and them overs
Mixed the yola with the baking soda
My uncle said he hid them brickies in my baby stroller
These bitches so moody and shifty, tryna play me closer
I sold some blueys for the Griffey, caught a eight at Kroger's (Uh)
When Noonie found out he got killed, it brought her pain some closure
So if you shoot me, better kill me, keep that same composure
Shit, I done thirty on my gas when twenty-eight is over (I did)
All of this murder on my mind, it's hard to face it sober
On the hunt for Grey October (Grey October)
'Chemist
Concrete Evidence
Blockworks, where we at with it?
Still the same ConCreature
Lil' Moochie, James Clay Jones III
Since Auntie Colleen and Uncle Speedy stayed on the 1st
The 6-4 YBS, bold and cold
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
I keep it funky with my folkers (Yeah), hunting with my poachers (Uh)
Slumping with the vultures, stockpiling with the brokers
Baseline it to them smokers (Blocks), Tony, we ain't the only dopers
Servin' all these pops, I move, fuckin' up the culture
Monkey nuts in that Corolla, ride foreign but it's stolen
Gone off that doja, runnin' from the rollers
Stick like remote controller, quick to shoot to the K like I'm Koller
Chip on my shoulder, scraping up them extras and them overs
Mixed the yola with the baking soda
My uncle said he hid them brickies in my baby stroller
These bitches so moody and shifty, tryna play me closer
I sold some blueys for the Griffey, caught a eight at Kroger's (Uh)
When Noonie found out he got killed, it brought her pain some closure
So if you shoot me, better kill me, keep that same composure
Shit, I done thirty on my gas when twenty-eight is over (I did)
All of this murder on my mind, it's hard to face it sober
On the hunt for Grey October (Grey October)
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