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Boldy James
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In music, one doesn't make the end of a composition. If that
Were so, the best conductors would be those who played fastest
People go to a concert just to hear one crashing chord, '
Cause that's the end. Same way in dancing. You don't aim at
A particular spot in the room, that's where you should arrive
Two, twenty-seven
I need the whole thingy-o
Woah, Jet
The whole point of the dancing is the dance
Where we at?
I'm on Cherry Lane in Odee, smoking Marathon with OG
Blowing smoke like a cherry bomb, we got heroin by the ki's
Had me trapped inside of my mind momentarily, I was free
Left me broken and all alone in despair on a robbing spree
In hopes of finding my way, I don't care if it's not for me
She was there when I fought that case
She was there when I copped a plea
Wasn't there when needed you most, I was there when you needed me
Motherfuck them posts on IG, it's a bale I need you to post
It's a sale I need you to catch, it's a brick I need you to break
It's a call I need you to make, 'nother risk I need you to take
Did the mix, got it shipped and shipped
Took a trip to three different states
Now them slips just reciprocate, plus a ten percent interest rate
And that's without me stepping on it
You could double down on that deuce and put a seven on it
Found a new line, no tax on the public
Now the fiends walking up the block all happy-go-lucky, whatever
To a basket from a half track
Now your boy a Coca-Cola Classic in a Glad wrap
Mr. 1008 ain't got no PayPal or no Cash Apps
If a nigga run off, make him out to be a hashtag
You moving slow, I'm counting fast racks
Fell asleep with two hundred cash in a Louis backpack
Sent to the store for some more trash bags
Woke up in the trap, reaching for my MAG, I had a flashback
This weed the only reason that these niggas even breathing
Leave a nigga peoples grieving, it ain't no Even Stevens
I commit crimes with the creatures, I run the streets with heathens
Just make sure that you keep in mind that I'm an evil genius
How the fuck is he on demon time and never seen a demon?
I box and fight 'em in my sleep when I'm not even dreaming
Glock tucked tight in my briefs, keep one in the head
I might just empty out the sledge without me even thinking
Take a nigga up top without even blinking
Trunk ain't big enough in the Dodge, we gon' need the Lincoln
Tell when they clink you up, you dead to the streets
Feds did a sweep, real niggas linking up
Poured a whole four in the cream, ain't even need a cup
Yesterday, I burnt a whole OZ out a QP of Runtz
Come to the floor, I'm catching steam and I'm just heating up
Just got some new shit in and all my fiends been giving me the flux
Let's get it
To a basket from a half track
Now your boy a Coca-Cola Classic in a Glad wrap
Mr. 1008 ain't got no PayPal or no Cash Apps
If a nigga run off, make him out to be a hashtag
You moving slow, I'm counting fast racks
Fell asleep with two hundred cash in a Louis backpack
Sent to the store for some more trash bags
Woke up in the trap, reaching for my MAG, I had a flashback
Now it's my contention, my personal opinion, this is my basic
Metaphysical axiom, shall we put it that way? That existence
The physical universe, is basically playful. There is no
Necessity for it whatsoever. It isn't going anywhere. That is to
Say, it doesn't have some destination that it ought to arrive at
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