Boldy James, The Alchemist and The Cool Kids - Dinavolino
YeahOut the milk crate back up in my rhyme book
Walking back up in the
School asking niggas how my eyes look
It was just me and my brush
Keep it wavy baby boy
I ain't playing with them toys
You can hear it in my voice bruv
You need to get your coins up
Should've made some better choices
Now you need to make an appointment
The point spread is too high
To cover that line
You ain't playing with house money
They'll be in your house for me
Nah homie, the sink in the couch only
And we gon' confiscate the artwork
Shock you real quick, make your heart work
I don't even care if it's a sawbuck
I need to pick it all up
Back to twirling pasta like a real mobster
Mazda MPV slide the doors off
Leathers all weather in them pockets
Rocking beef and brats
Keepin' knots in socks
I'm on the road not taken
Where it's less traveled
These niggas know who's not fake
And I don't juts babble
Rotating picking up from fellowship chapel
Selling blows out of vacant
Bagging up my next satchel
Paint flipping on the Caprice
Everfresh Snapple
Looked out for niggas in need
When I didn't have to
Kept it discreet, shit was less hassle
But when they try to violate your street
Don't let 'em trespass you
Ever been in a gun fight to the death battle?
When niggas playing both sides
Trying to fence straddle
Play the knight to free my rook
Send my bitch at you push a pawn to move my
Queen then I left castle
Anything with Michigan plates
They gon' red flag you
Never answer none of the questions
The detect' ask you
Who all gon' really keep it G
When them feds snatch you
We need a Slick and Big Meech BMF statue
I been yumpin’ on your DI
Burnt out on your bi-otch
I know some niggas off of p-rock
Got the shit on key lock
Jugging, remixing that re-rock
Trapping with that G lock
Serving J's in the hood like we
Grew up off of D-block
Catching a clio- slapping on Y-O
Double was thinking 'bout moving back to Ohio
I know some niggas tree top, Cinco de Mayo
Whipping up with that tap
It ain't no cap in my bio
Trying to see how many pallets I
Can stack on this high-low
I really came up with Bisky, Moe
Shotty and Ribo
Clip full of rhinos in my Rico Tesiano’s
My niecey know Uncle Boldy keep
That 40 like a wino
Used to petal them black mags on my dino
Now we rocking exclusive Bape
Shit with baby Milo
I make decisions, niggas got to listen
I come from no pot to piss in
We could build a bridge or build a dam
A hundred twenty messages and texts
From my Mexican connect
It's gon' be a second
'fore this shipment lands a bottle of that
Niggas get locked then phone a friend
'Cause you know we all going
Through change like homeless hands
At the Soho Grand meeting my lawyer for lamb
He said we switch up the scam
They cannot foil the plan
It's getting warm outside, weather switching
The trees growing back with leaves
My body sense the money in the breeze
I fell in and lost it
Them Valantino Garavani shoes made
Spend a soft six they said the devil bring
The summer back crazy
Firm shit, AZ, everybody crazy bro
Somebody gon' get shot, get robbed
Get dumped, get done, get popped
Make the money then talk
Written by:
ALAN MAMAN, ANTOINE AMARI REED, EVAN ARMAN INGERSOLL, JAMES CLAY JONES
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