Champagne Rolls

[Verse 1: Boldy James] Just another Michigander from Detroit jammin' on my Metroid Me and Black really Mafia, my family, we like the Pep Boys Come and get your brakes bled, know you need an oil change All the bloodshed we causin' only brought me more pain Now I got on three, four chains, watch worth a kilo' plain It's safe to say I'm more than blessed, this shit was preordained A five of Wock' in the Simply, wifey rockin' Givenchy Cartier kit on the navi', Breitling Clock in the Bentley Hellstart Avi' over the Chrome Heart, lil' base rеntal at the the foreign part Just hid a four-еighty in a box of corn starch Took a loss on four cartons, turned that into four dozen Used to be warmhearted but now a nigga cold blooded Neck and wrist so flooded, got all this shit from orenthaling Eddie Bauer car seats for my baby boy, yeah, he was born ballin' Don't know who shot the sheriff, don't know who copped the birds I barely know my name, why my phone on do not disturb? [Chorus: Boldy James] All I know is cook, cop, bust and swerve, serve and collect Where crooked cops try to cuff us, never serve and protect Even though the hood hot, we learn to love the turf that we rep Nowadays the youngin's on my block kill to earn our respect Standin' over top of shit, fuckin' up the politics Button on the back of my gun sound like it got a lisp Shut down your whole campaign, now the fans can't troll While we spillin' rosé champagne in the champagne Rolls [Verse 2: Boldy James] Got the landscape sold Know it's gon' always be some cases that the Feds can't close Fresh as fuck, know they watchin' every time the cam say, "Pose" Prayin' to God in that cell that your mans ain't fold I know too many niggas when they got in that jam, they told Now they dealin' out a different deck, reason why I only handshake bros All the risks a nigga took, this one got the red face froze Plus somehow we spillin' rosé champagne in the champagne Rolls This pet supply plus with the bleako, puppy chowin' at the Petco Ball so hard like the Drew League Touchin' down with that Bledsoe Handle sharper than Nesco, set the bar high as Esco Icy as Campus Martias my cup is darker than Desto Sipping Texas tea in the country time, I feel like Jeffro County was my first love, stole my heart like a klepto' Made a left at [?] at Duncan Hines just poured up a line For the fallen soldiers and cons I poured out a little respo' Infrared dot net, tell the custy’s I'm the top chef Nigga tried to get right and got left Don't trust me, trust the process Shiftin' grams was his profession Spot jumpin' like a hop-step It's the man, the myth, the legend, I'm somethin' like the Loch Ness Had to turn the 63 to a 105 in a Pyrex Tryin' to get my money right, havin' hunger strikes in the projects Me and money Mike spikin' Sunny Delight full of Hi-Tech My wife know when I get home get ready to have some sweaty hot sex [Chorus: Boldy James] All I know is cook, cop, bust and swerve, serve and collect Where crooked cops try to cuff us, never serve and protect Even though the hood hot, we learn to love the turf that we rep Nowadays the youngin's on my block kill to earn our respect Standin' over top of shit, fuckin' up the politics Button on the back of my gun sound like it got a lisp Shut down your whole campaign, now the fans can't troll While we spillin' rosé champagne in the champagne Rolls