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1st time around - boldy james & nicholas craven lyrics

[verse 1: boldy james]
free all my n***** in the [?] from hoopin’
who blew trial for them shootin’s
my prison pals who be catchin’ pops off the interval
don’t do no boostin’
rollin’ up while the samba loopin’
spot look like house party 3, but, this ain’t no kid n’ [?]
business is silent in stoop, we had [?] and guts
i’m [ian dutch?] on the view ‘fore he did that twenty plus
i’m [?] passin’ out our number to the clucks
handin’ out free sample packs, if you like this sh*t, hit me up
ain’t stoopin’ to your level, too busy ball*roomin’
bike*lanin’, on a zoom call, i took the call zoomin’
tryna chase that pape’ down, did twenty plus on a breakdance
opened up a new spot across the street from skate land
racked up like eight*grand, strapped like a spray can
trap like i’m ray*bans, rap like i can’t dance
i can’t stand when these n***** cap like they ain’t fans
really be out here fakin’ jack, so, jack really a made*man

[chorus: boldy james]
take you back to the trap house duckin’ a raid van
never had a paper route or no lemonade stand
i put a chokehold on a brick, cookie*shade grams
count, smoke, crink and pour the drink up with the same hand
press up a cd, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no blank disc
spin up a eighth*y and a ap with the same wrist
wipe ’em down, the first time around they had to change clips
the pushers paid double, they sick i came trips
[verse 2: boldy james]
whole lot of gang sh*t, thousand*grams of gray sh*t
this not no edible arrangement
can’t get too acquainted, way too much criminal engagement
ain’t gon’ get you sh*t but a federal arraignment
i’m not a stranger to this game, i’m just a gamer
live from the manger, could’ve been locked up for the remainder
smilin’ in the face of danger, loadin’ chops in the [?]
head high, chin up, chest out, throwin’ rocks at the prison
do the same thing to you that they just did to you
know who, but, that’s between me and you
you ain’t no shooter, you’s a sm*t
never change scenes for the view, this photo might not be for you
hunnid shots’ll leave you swimmin’ in a pool of you*know*what
had way too much time on my hands for me to ever think out loud
i had to catch up with my crowd, i always been my own man
movin’ dust on the 6, new gucci scuffs on the kicks
used to be cuts on my wrists
now it’s a fully blown band

- boldy james nicholas craven lyrics

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