[Intro: Boldy James]
Where we at with it?
Blockworks, let's get it
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Slums of Detroit, drugs from the port, plugged with the source
Gun in my shorts, blood was the sport
Jumped from the porch, hung like a horse, Ones with the Force
Drunk in a Porsche, trunk full of corpse
Dump with the torch, run for the Ford, love for my daughter
Son was the fourth, youngin on the run with a warrant
Motherfuck a judge and the courts, club full of dorks
Got it out the mud in my ’ports, had to let the love run its course
Cousin up North, plugged in New York
Plugged on the Coast, doves and them storks, tub full of dope
Road trips to Ypsi', what's good with the coke?
Real niggas like Nipsey give a hood nigga hope
Dub with the smoke, got about a dub in my coat
Ain’t even on the flyer but think I'm in love with the host
Glove on the toast, this for all my cousins and folks
Bloods and my locs, they know I'ma thug 'til I croak
[Chorus: Boldy James]
That's how we comin', overlord status, I be slummin'
My son think that I don't love him, he don’t know his daddy thuggin’
Said, "I been out here since a youngin"
Runnin' up a check, thumbin’ stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
These niggas know that's how we comin'
It ain't no future in your frontin’ when my shooters get to dumbin'
You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'
Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin'
Where we at with it?
Blockworks, let's get it
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Slums of Detroit, drugs from the port, plugged with the source
Gun in my shorts, blood was the sport
Jumped from the porch, hung like a horse, Ones with the Force
Drunk in a Porsche, trunk full of corpse
Dump with the torch, run for the Ford, love for my daughter
Son was the fourth, youngin on the run with a warrant
Motherfuck a judge and the courts, club full of dorks
Got it out the mud in my ’ports, had to let the love run its course
Cousin up North, plugged in New York
Plugged on the Coast, doves and them storks, tub full of dope
Road trips to Ypsi', what's good with the coke?
Real niggas like Nipsey give a hood nigga hope
Dub with the smoke, got about a dub in my coat
Ain’t even on the flyer but think I'm in love with the host
Glove on the toast, this for all my cousins and folks
Bloods and my locs, they know I'ma thug 'til I croak
[Chorus: Boldy James]
That's how we comin', overlord status, I be slummin'
My son think that I don't love him, he don’t know his daddy thuggin’
Said, "I been out here since a youngin"
Runnin' up a check, thumbin’ stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
These niggas know that's how we comin'
It ain't no future in your frontin’ when my shooters get to dumbin'
You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'
Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin'
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