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Boldy James & The Alchemist
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[Intro: Boldy James] Where we at with it? Block West, let's get it [Verse 1: Boldy James] Slums of Detroit, drugs on the port Plug with the source Gun in my shorts, blood was the sport Jumped from the porch Hung like a horse, ones with the fours Drunk in the Porsche, trunk full of corpse Done with the torch Run for the four, love for my daughter Son was the fourth youngin’ on the run with a warrant Motherfuck a jail, gender, corpse, 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, dozen of storks Tipped with the dope Road trips to Ips', he was good with the coke Real niggas like Nipsey give a hood nigga hope Doug 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'm a thug 'till I croak This how we comin' [Chorus: Boldy James] Overlord status, I be slummin' My son think that I don't love 'em He don't know his daddy thuggin’ Said, "I been out here since a youngin’" Runnin' up a check, thumbin’ seven hundreds in that drum These niggas notice how we comin' It ain't no future in your front when my niggas get to dumbin' You know my crew ain’t missin' nothin' Over them bloopers and them punkers Niggas, notice how we comin' [Verse 2: Boldy James] First through the third, fifteenth through the thirty-first Thirty-one, third, big three in my dirty squirt Burnin' shirt, me and Nick speed, here, you heard it first Curtis Curb, niggas cook beef like surf and turf You know we swervin' Percs, lickin' the fish grease Them early worms get the birds with the big beaks She got your bitch workin' my nerves out at Twin Peaks G and E, olive martinis, we don't mix drinks Big links, only built for Cubans Think I'm big Meech, I been brickin' Now I need that Cuban with the big sink I been street with me, Nut and J-9, now we in deep When it's just me, it's just me and my nine, feel like I'm ten deep On the war, I'm plannin' in the hood, feel like Big Squeak Off the fours, dancin' with them 'Woods, niggas been sheep The hood want the music, tryna not let this shit leak My son tryna fill my shoes, but daddy got some big feet (You've got some pretty big shoes to fill) [Chorus: Boldy James] Overlord status, I be slummin' My son think that I don't love 'em He don't know his daddy thuggin' Said, "I been out here since a youngin'" Runnin' up a check, thumbin' seven hundreds in that drum These niggas notice how we comin' It ain't no future in your front when my niggas get to dumbin' You know my crew ain't missin' nothin' Over them bloopers and them punkers Niggas, notice how we comin' [Vese 3: Vince Staples] Came with the Crips, came with the script Turn up the grits, can't never snip Bang on the hip, burst from the hip, drive-by shooter Autopilot, when I bye-bye losers Look mama, no hands, look mama, more bands Big house, more land, lil' Vince a grown man Came with his own plan, no friends wanna pop me Homie, you can't stop me Thuggin' with the wop, burnin' up that [?] swap meet You know who the opps was, ain't nobody shot me But I shot, mm, hm, hm, maybe 'bout three Wasn't doin' too much, I done made a few bucks I can get you Ku Kluxed, underneath the white sheet Coulda ran a forty in a four flat, . 44, snub nose Home, eleven, hold that, I ain't never shoot it thought Traded for a 'Dusse, five, and a sidekick's life Put that shit on tiny scrap, pulled up where they find me at Shot at them, we fire back, almost hit the gray Benz Send it to Atlanta, got the Tesla with the gray rims Find me, I'm gon' put you on a stretcher, that's on gang land [Outro] The breaking news tonight is that two people, according to Detroit Police, were shot inside which prompted all of this inside this Citgo gas station, here on 8 Mile The Camera, doesn't have a headlight on, and somebody if not a couple people could be running out of this vehicle, one, two, three-
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