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it hit different - boldy james lyrics

[intro]
(royal house on the beat)
used to love this sh*t
the street sh*t, the grind, the hustle, the money

[verse 1]
all of that front sh*t is punk sh*t
so when it’s up, i’ll get you slumped before the blunt lit
n*gga, it’s one and done, you know we one sh*t
all that they heard was, “boom*boom*boom,” after the drum kick
p*ssy, you gotta know what this sh*t come with
what it’s gon’ take for you to pull that redrum skit
i seen some real n*ggas stay faithful to one chick
took him for all he had just so she could jump ship
nerve of these b*tches, swear that sh*t over and done with (that sh*t over)
i’m donе playing nice guy, ain’t tryna finish last
can’t trust no b*tch to save my life, can’t nеver get attached
none of these hoes ain’t even worth a n*gga gettin’ sn*tched (at all)
’cause when they come and put that hold, i know that she gon’ fold, she ain’t gon’ do that bid with you, might as well hang it up
ren told me, “you can’t expect you out of other n*ggas ’cause we some real ones and these n*ggas ain’t the same as us”
it’s mafia, what else?

[chorus]
we them big fishes
my little n*ggas in the trenches, they be hit*stickin’
my son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin’
my intuition lately tellin’ me my b*tch switchin’
but i’ve been hit before, so ain’t no need to panic
’cause yesterday, i made it snow, in case you missed christmas
ain’t nothing shy about them racks, this sh*t hit different
difference between me and them, it’s a big difference
what else?
[verse 2]
sh*t hit different when you rich and you up dog sh*t
she got a fat p*ssy, i can tell from her paw print
it hit different when every n*gga you involved with
be all focused on the same goal until we all rich
sh*t hit different when all them members be on boss sh*t
be standing on they own ten, whatever they got caught with
it hit different when n*ggas snitchin’, on some cross sh*t
half brick of crawfish, strig like a drawstring
for that chicken, strip a n*gga, put him in a cross*wing
‘fore i let ’em off me, i’ll off a n*gga offspring
eight ounce in a lime*aid, three thousand fentanyl beans
came up off the rite*aid, cvs, and walgreens
five hundred grits in an empty box of saltines
all of these jigs in the spig just to let off steam
stick bigger than a twig, drum on a carbine
free lil’ schemes, long live my n*gga raw steam

- boldy james lyrics

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