Advanced Children

[Verse 1: Boldy James] All my stripes ain’t come out the blue, been on my Keffe D All my life been the one, not the two, could never be the three Spot whamming, got the block slamming, that’s a DDT Streaming ten different types of income, I feel like DDG Seen it all, did it all, everything but meth and PCP Line cracking on the vine, smack it like a DVD TTG, we trained to go, let the blow harden in the beaker Start selling report cards, was always smarter than my teachers Taught never to show my hand, that'll leave your life in ruins And not to let my left hand know what my right one's doing I be chewing, eating like a buffet with my Buffies on Bro just touched from St. Louis, feel like that nigga Cuffy home Had to round up like a two thousand kit after I shoot 'em up 185 a gram all the way out, that's 52 a ounce All the way up the ladder, Audemars Piguet fully shattered Showed you how to turn a breakfast tray to a platter Let's get it [Interlude: Boldy James & Conway the Machine] I was young when I jumped off the porch Me and my dude Top, we was like in the fourth grade It was like in the fourth or fifth grade when we jumped off the porch We always was advanced children (Uh) Uh-huh, uh Uh [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Damn, they sent that boy upstairs, the shit was tragic His shit was plastered on the wall, damn, that shit was graphic (Bah, bah, bah, bah) I get to waving the stick, they swear the shit was magic (Huh?) We make that nigga disappear soon as we get the address (Haha) We get the package, brown or white, whatever flip the fastest A brown bag with Grants and Jacksons when I lift the mattress, yeah (Yeah) And you rap niggas is target practice (Uh-huh) Saw me passed him in that Martin Astin (Vroom), uh I think you fuck niggas can use a lesson ('Kay) My lil' woe do the stepping, he'll shoot a reverend (Pah, pah, pah, pah) Used to post in the hood selling two for sevens ('Kay) Now I leave the stu', the engine on the coupe is revving (Machine, Machine, Machine, Machine)