Boldy James and The Alchemist - My First Offense

On my first offense it's gangtown mafia

Was in the wild with
And Steve-O on that 42 Dugg
Screaming "Free Booboo and Greebo"
You know my steelo with or
Without the airplay chiseling off the pack
Serving smokers in the stairway
Never been the one to gossip
With all the hearsay there's no blood
No foul in the field and ain't no fair play
Now we on fire like a
Lighter and some hairspray
Parking a whole fleet of Range
Rovers off of Fairway
My coat costs a band-aid the Moncler way
Remember my guy guy used to put
My clothes in the layaway
Know they rather prefer that I
Did it their way
If she's a fucking ho and you love it
I wouldn't care ye
Should hit up Brad and add
Some ice to my reflection
Shit, I might just add a
Nigga wife to my collection
In the hood for that bag
All this sheisting and finessing
Been to hell and back
Still I recognize it as a blessing
The righteous testing my path
Exercising my demons
See death around the corner bleeding
Out on the cement
Getting fingerprinted and riding out
From the precinct
This that one part of the game
That come with the street shit
They used to mention delinquent
And juvenile detention
In connection with all them recent
Shootings in the district
A lot of friction in the air
Whole lot of turbulence
In my preliminary hearing on my first offense

Yeah, first offense on my first offense
First offense

Written by:
ALAN MAMAN, JAMES CLAY JONES

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