[Intro: Boldy James]
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What else?
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Mr. Bo Jackson got the coldest of the spin moves when I send blues
OT action, gotta pay attention to the street signs and the symbols
Upside-down peace signs stitched in the seats of the Benzo
Ducking dumb time on the east side with a six-three of that Brenda
No weak links in the chain, never leave the flame, can't be rekindled
No tiddlywinks, all [?] and [?] and I'm the missing link to that [?]
Known art of evils that men do to make this shit a lot morе simple
Red-dot a nigga like a Hindu, hеadshot'll kiss him in his temple
Singing niggas lullabies, choppa cuttin' slice like a Ginsu
Teaching niggas how to pimp a butterfly, not let a butterfly pimp you
Wrist a brick of blow fare, don't go nowhere without the yistol
Toast to the smoke, I gross the most end of the fiscal
[Chorus: Boldy James]
Stuck in the street, can't cut no corners, you can't cheat the grind
Full court, no scrimmages, it's only right to press
Jumped on the freeway from the port with twenty keys of shine
From Lower East to Michigan aboard 'em private jets
Hundred a week, can't take no shorts, no leavin' me behind
My trigger finger whisperin', "Just hold me tight and press"
Stuck in the street, can't cut no corners, you can't cheat the grind
Why niggas thinkin' that this shit was overnight success?
227
What else?
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Mr. Bo Jackson got the coldest of the spin moves when I send blues
OT action, gotta pay attention to the street signs and the symbols
Upside-down peace signs stitched in the seats of the Benzo
Ducking dumb time on the east side with a six-three of that Brenda
No weak links in the chain, never leave the flame, can't be rekindled
No tiddlywinks, all [?] and [?] and I'm the missing link to that [?]
Known art of evils that men do to make this shit a lot morе simple
Red-dot a nigga like a Hindu, hеadshot'll kiss him in his temple
Singing niggas lullabies, choppa cuttin' slice like a Ginsu
Teaching niggas how to pimp a butterfly, not let a butterfly pimp you
Wrist a brick of blow fare, don't go nowhere without the yistol
Toast to the smoke, I gross the most end of the fiscal
[Chorus: Boldy James]
Stuck in the street, can't cut no corners, you can't cheat the grind
Full court, no scrimmages, it's only right to press
Jumped on the freeway from the port with twenty keys of shine
From Lower East to Michigan aboard 'em private jets
Hundred a week, can't take no shorts, no leavin' me behind
My trigger finger whisperin', "Just hold me tight and press"
Stuck in the street, can't cut no corners, you can't cheat the grind
Why niggas thinkin' that this shit was overnight success?
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