[Intro: Boldy James]Mafia, what else (where we at wit' it?)2-2-7 (Gang)Let's get it (Ugh)[Hook: Boldy James]Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insolesTouring like a concert with them beans, I ain't talking pintosBase rentals in the bike lane, stayed down, I was ten toesOnly ate with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big ‘bows (Yeah)On the east, 24 carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)On the outs, balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks soldIn the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I'm in mix mode (Boldy)Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl[Verse 1: Boldy James]Niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowlKeep that coke swimming in a fishbowlThis that 20/20 Pyrex vision on the list, though (Work)Nigga say he burnin' up the turnpike, got me like "Which road?"Now the Rollie bust-bust, I ain't talking FlipmodeSaid he on the 6-4, told him, “Meet me at the Citgo”On 7 and Littlefield, pint of Hi-Tech and a scrip of pillsBitches know I got the juice, niggas know it's been the drill (Uh-huh)Niggas whipping Robitussin (What?) mixing it with BenadrylGet a brick of blow and cut it, hit it with the fentanylBaby bottle spoiled up, I ain't talking Enfamil (At all)If it ain't sealed up, I'ma up-strick a deal (Up strap)‘Fore I had a record deal, I was really in the field (You already know)For a little bit, enough, I could get a nigga spilled (Whoa)‘Fore I had a fanbase, I was selling tan flakesRakin' in the cash, tryna make sure that my mans straight (My guys)Now everybody breaking bags, shook all of that dead weightUpgraded my stash, shaking that bag like I landscape (Been working)My lil' brother SK, gotta fight a fed caseWhole lot of gang shit, and that's without the handshakes (Ugh)[Hook: Boldy James]Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insolesTouring like a concert with them beans, I ain't talking pintosBase rentals in the bike lane, stayed down, I was ten toesOnly ate with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big ‘bowsOn the east, 24 carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)On the outs, balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks soldIn the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I'm in mix mode (Boldy)Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl (Mafia)[Verse 2: Boldy James]Playing with them Icks out in Frisco (San Fran)Now we up dog shit I was just on Skid RowMarching up Boylen, contra moved back to JethroTwo phones slamming, off a Virgin Mobile and a GetroSnatching up niggas custies, scale kinda dustyWhile y'all niggas in the county working for the police like a trusteeForty-three AMG, it's Ali on the MPAlley-oop, it's only us, but it's really just meSkinny nigga, 6'3”, dining in at the WhitneyDream cruising up Woodward, candy paint, '96 MBI been in the streets so long, shit, I'm dehydrated and exhaustedOn them hot blocks off of Martha, cold water running out the faucetFinna make it through the bullfrog, shit could take or it could fallI can press play, I can push pause with that mini-Drac' and that bulldogTraffic in the tri-state level, bad bitch with a pie-faceNow them hundreds stuck together like flypape'
