[Boldy James]
Alan the Chemist
Concreatures
Boldy Bricks, yeah
When them birds flying high in the sky
You know how I'm feelin' already
And I don't wanna kick it cause ya'll n***as petty
And if that's ballin' I'm in L.A. with Jefe
On that Mac Mall sh** cause I'm all about my fetti
Yes yes, UPS'll send 'em next day
Overnight, Fed Ex, express, ese
Never been a coward or a p**y in these streets
And I put that on a G like a thousand word essay
Bricks on consignment, dirty dishes in the sink
Finna cook another ki with this chopper and this SK
Pistol whippin, I do the fool in the kitchen
When I'm spinnin, and I only rock the Trues with the thick stitches
I ain't the man but I damn sure know him
Got a fin fulla bands and my hand finna blow it
Like I grow it, if you gettin' money then show it
I talk it cause I live it, but you already know it
It's Concreatures
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I'm on my throwback
Bo Jack but you already know that
And it's a known fact
That I sold crack and all my n***as don't rap
We get the load back
Them bolds and ? we got them b**hes on deck
They got my phone tapped
I ain't goin' back, tell them b**hes get the bozack
[Boldy James]
n***as know that they better run that dough back
'Fore we hit your door with the calicos, no on smack
We smack n***as for fat living and dog
Check the sh** out of b**h a** n***as tell 'em to fall back
We get points on the pack, and hit y'all wit' the sacks
And shake no weight, I'm sellin' all packs
I got the Master P hook up, recipe to cook up
In the middle of spring I bring fall back
For my dogs in them Bronco colors
Blue and orange on the yard doin' football numbers
I jumped off the porch and I took off runnin'
Had a long run, it's been a long time comin'
When chances were slim to none I was the skinniest one but kept the biggest gun
In the hood I'm a boss cause I get it done
My n***as empty drums, pull up and pull off now that's a hit and run
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[Boldy James]
Cause old habits, it's hard for me to break those
We weigh packages whole, shake rattle and roll
I'm talkin' crate loads
Easy pa**in' through tolls, breakin' the border
Meetin' quotas, drinkin' gla**es of rose
And Moet for Moses, diamonds in my gold link
Glowin' piece, goin' when I'm strikin' a pose
We finally famous but this the life that we chose
Gold wire, C frames with the ice on my nose
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