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Open Door
Real Bad Man
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Boldy James
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Where we at?
Seen men break, tattle and fold
Placed out on my soul, I had to scram, shake, rattle and roll
Shot out west to Cali, came back with the 'bows
For the cheap concrete, we weigh packages whole
Stay strapped with the poles, shotgun, Maybach or the Rolls
This ain't that, can't lack with the load, stay attractin' the hoes
Gang on the name tag of my clothes
The Rollie plain, chain platinum and gold
Stay jackin' the pros, niggas stealin', straight jackin' my flows
I'm independent, eight racks on my shows
Bae strapped and she cold, even though I'm laid back when I'm blowed
Don't be another face tat on my bros
It's ConCreatures
Yo, check it, ayo
Got my bread hand to hand, I ain't get no
Check from the government (Nah, fuck that)
Re-up with my mans, split the grams we was thuggin' in (Uh-huh)
Fuckin' on a square ho but really love a gutter bitch (I love her)
The eyeball the work in her purse and hold the rubber grip
Hustlin' my heritage, nothing to turn one to six (Yeah)
Got it out the mud and made it happen, fuck a wonder if (Facts)
Locked in the cell, we was scrappin'
, Son, throw up your fists (What up?)
Shootin' thirty-ones, he 'bout that
Action like a Bronson flick (Uh-huh)
Always on some shit, my lifestyle a felony
Still sellin' dope, niggas thinkin' I'm a celebrity
The twenty-three I tote turn your brain cells to celery (Brrah)
And rockin' bells like LL will end your destiny
Worked the pill presser 'fore I ever had a press release (Facts)
My niggas will press ya, press triggers then rest in peace (Brrah)
Sheesh, cook the fish like hot grease
Straight drop, come and cop P (Yeah)
I got 'em kneelin' to the yay, seven days
Give thanks to my wrist, all praise
I might throw a cocaine parade
Sittin' on seventy-seven bricks while I wave
Bought a kilo, stepped on it, got a ego
Got a speedboat, a Ferrari Portofino (Woo)
All perico, money spillin' out the safe
Pythons and thotties, I'm Jake the Snake
You fake, I know I'm late, I was halfway through a twenty-eight
Dropped the ice on it, threw it on the plate and skated
I send my shooter through again if you make it (Brrah)
Holy black Jesus, Hail Mary, Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Just make sure you winnin' when the game end
All my bitches love the stove, not Raymond (Raymond)
Is it flame? Shit, I wouldn't even know
I ain't had to open up a whole thing since '04
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw
Fans love me but the drug buyers know me more
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door
Pull up, I serve you niggas like an open store (Pull up)
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw
Fans love me but the drug buyers know me more
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door (Woo)
Pull up, I serve you niggas like an open store
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw (Smell it)
Fans love me but the drug buyers know me more (They know me)
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door
Pull up, I serve you niggas like an open store (Pull up)
Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw
Fans love me but the drug buyers know me more
We don't save hoes, the policy is open door
Pull up, I serve you niggas like an open store
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