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Steel Wool
Boldy James X The Alchemist
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Uh, uh
Jackson
Let's get it
V8 in that straight (ayy), Forgis on that black Cherokee (yeah)
This that gangster slash pop mixed with trap karaoke (work)
Turn the snow globe into a crystal Ball
Now that dog a ten (let's get it)
Type to turn a stone with many flaws into a flawless gem (turn it on)
Stack my money ten foot tall
Now I ball above the rim (we on)
Livin' above the law, on the North with my brother Em (blocks)
Could be locked up
But to those that know me, they say "Lucky him" (real)
Chop the whole block up
That's when we found out that it wasn't them (my bad)
Basement on Honda Civic, Auntie maxin' out her Bridget
Cup filled to the rim
Probably smack the whip before I spill it
Knee deep in the dope game, 227, we the realest
Cocaina on the skillet
Kitchen smellin' like acrylic
Touch back with a thousand pack of pills, tryna rape a village (skrrt)
Weed so loud, reekin' through the vacuum seal
I can't conceal it
Made a killin', to those that hate it, I made 'em feel it
Sold dope all of my life, so shit, I only know one way to get it
Half slab, golden retriever, this ain't no Purina (dog food)
Black mag in the four-fever, brick of cocaina
Stirrin' the bricks up in the pot, this ain't no farina (uh-uh)
Stuffin' thirty clips in my Glock'll switch your whole demeanor (brr)
Catch a body, no Randy Moss, I hike it off, hut one
These niggas ain't cut from the cloth a nigga cut from (at all)
I run with real wolves (real), come from the real hood (uh-huh)
These niggas ain't cut from my cloth 'cause I'm steel wool
Playin' Tetris with them blocks, why they call me Lego
Down in Virginia, for real
Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?
Got a better chance of findin' Waldo in that velvet room
Watchin' fiends shoot up the raw after it melted on the spoon
I'm churnin' brickies, case Barbie
But the shirt Givenchy
Way he steppin' on the work,
Can tell that them his first Balenci's (remix)
Free Lenny, I know he home sick (ayy)
He used to always leave his screen door
Open, you enter at your own risk (uh-huh)
Bag doin' phone numbers, ranned it up, OT (yeah)
Got killers on speed dial, can get you touched, toll free
Niggas shot and killed my mans
I ain't been gettin' no sleep (Randy)
My nigga been silencin' the lambs
Them niggas Little Bo Peep (real)
Down in Hattiesburg, I took two ounces out a half a bird (blocks)
Nigga hit me back, said it was that, we end up havin' words
Can't talk me to death
I drop a eighth of flake off in the 'Rex (skrrt)
Can't get tricked off the set 'cause I got inmates callin' in collect
Half slab, golden retriever, this ain't no Purina (dog food)
Black mag in the four-fever, brick of cocaina
Stirrin' the bricks up in the pot, this ain't no farina (uh-uh)
Stuffin' thirty clips in my Glock'll switch your whole demeanor (brr)
Catch a body, no Randy Moss, I hike it off, hut one
These niggas ain't cut from the cloth a nigga cut from (at all)
I run with real wolves (real), come from the real hood (uh-huh)
These niggas ain't cut from my cloth 'cause I'm steel wool
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These niggas ain't cut from my cloth 'cause I'm steel wool
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How did you?
I'm assuming now, and correct me if I'm wrong, your real name, maybe
Is not Bo' is that-the name you were-?
My nickname is Bo
Say less, man, you already know who it is
Look where we at, say good morning to the streets first
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