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Boldy James
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I sold more blow than an air mattress
Livin' my life like it's Fear Factor, stepped on more dope than a StairMaster
Just caught a care package
Phineas in my Moncler jacket, this watch alone cost about a John Deere tractor
Anybody could pull the trigger, play the role of a killer
Really, it all boils down to how you gon' feel after
It's all said and done 'cause God got the last laugh
Laugh now, cry later, you gotta feel the rapture
Of bein' killed or captured, found on the scene
Plastered to the soil, lyin' down in green pastures
'Fore I dropped out, used to have a two-to-six
Went to lunch and gym, but used to skip the other three classes
Could make a gun with a 3D printer
Elite member, Bentayga GT crasher
Multifaceted, the way I multitask wit' it
Niggas couldn't see me with some 3D glasses
Chasin' money, the drama came with the thievin'
I caught two bodies while my baby was teethin'
My baby mama always said I'm conceited
She finally left me, guess I ain't what she needed
Typin' me textbooks, I can't even read 'em
Plug blessed me, we finally made an agreement
I learned it all, the watches, chains, and 'em leases
Be just a bunch of conversational pieces
Hunnid thousand on my neck came from tar stickin'
Not too easily impressed, never star-stricken
Muffler on the compressor with the hairpin
Never had a hit record or no air spins
Heart achin' with revenge, mind full of grief
Never had a major deal, niggas signed to the streets
Grandma prayin' for my sins, mine's gettin' steep
Clickin' over on my other line when it beep
Damn near tore my ACL tryna make it stretch
Just another sale to make, another play to catch
Keep a cutter with a drum, in the gutter of the slums
Lil' brother on the run from the ATF
All of these traps and these trees, could damn near make a nest
Always been the quarterback, but we ain't playin' catch
I'm meetin' with Brew and my lil' brother David West
I tamed the dawg, taught it how to sit and make it fetch
Chasin' money, the drama came with the thievin'
I caught two bodies while my baby was teethin'
My baby mama always said I'm conceited
She finally left me, guess I ain't what she needed
Typin' me textbooks, I can't even read 'em
Plug blessed me, we finally made an agreement
I learned it all, the watches, chains, and 'em leases
Be just a bunch of conversational pieces
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