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outro - boldy james lyrics

[verse]
i’m on the run for all type of sh*t (detroit)
then we shot down to south by southwest and i met alchemist (the chemist)
on trapper’s alley: pros & cons, was plugged with italians (bold)
after consignment, when i touched my first hundred thousand (uh*huh)
on grand quarters, we was in that [?]
but my 1st chemistry set was my first official album (mafia)
on jammin’ 30 a.m., was 76*milin’
then we dropped another trapper’s alley, the second volume (two)
they say the art of rock climbing was a collector’s item
told me not to drop the house of blues, i might get indicted
wanted to call it pillmatic but peter didn’t like it (uh*uh)
was on my nostradamus sh*t, it had me feeling psychic (for sure)
almost got dropped from the label after i caught the case
runnin’ from the jake with a half*a*key of frosted flakes (blockworks)
was 6 flaggin’ all across the state (uh*huh)
on my way to beantown, massachusetts with them boston [bakes ?] (i’m for the ride)
i know they’d rather see me walk the plank (you know it)
all my n*ggas eatin’ now but we used to get it off the plate (swear)

[outro]
i was doing this rap sh*t when it wasn’t even cool to do it, n*gga (on baby ‘nem)
when we was getting in trouble for writing raps in school and
teachers sn*tching up the paper off a n*gga desk (embarrassing, n*gga)
reading in front of the class, calling the crib, telling a n*gga parents, n*gga
what you know about that? (nothing)
y’all ain’t from that, n*ggas from this new internet
instagram, insta*famous sh*t (weirdos)
n*ggas worked hard to build these fanbases
these buses, put all this work in the street
to build a n*gga name up (it ain’t come over night)
so we be out here credible, n*gga, n*ggas can hang on to everything a n*gga say
they know a n*gga out here really in this sh*t, for real (yeah)
shoutout to all the real street*lifers out here still grittin’ it out
(don’t let nothing break your concentration) self*made
(throw you off your square)
it’s self*explanatory, baby, that money speak for itself (talk to me, i talk back)
n*ggas ain’t never drop [?] kicks, [?]
had that [?] tucked, all that sh*t at the same time
n*gga can’t relate to this real street sh*t a n*gga go through
all the bumps and bruises a n*gga take (all the ls, all the losses)
and take that sh*t on the chin, my n*gga, keep grittin’
(this sh*t’ll never stop)
ayy, wop, welcome home, my baby, it’s on (’til the casket drop)
concreatures, love live mox
know you smilin’ down over the ghetto

- boldy james lyrics

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