God Speed

[Verse 1: Boldy James] In seven-six we be pressing shit, all my niggas is pressure-fit Duckin' long arm of the law, that's why we call it the catcher's mitt Scouted by the feds at seventeen, I was a predicate Full steam ahead, them red-wings, you know we devilish Never wished jail or death on my worst enemy 'Less I'm the one that kill him or he go to jail for killing me Confederate, tell them Sixties, "Miss me with the rhetoric" Ain't never put no work in on your block, you was discredited Niggas on the verge of being pussies, they some lesbians Never spoke a word when they took me in for questioning He was never really in the streets to begin with And we ain't really into sending tweets, he sending messages We can make a beef out of a lifetime friendship Escort a nigga to them pearlies, get him exited I fuck around and get indicted for embezzlement You just another lawsuit nigga with a settlement What else? [Chorus: Boldy James] I bleed the concrete If I get caught with this nickel, shit, that's a five-piece My G, I keep a timesheet On Hell Block and McNichols, them boys got bodies Up under they belts, play for keeps, going on crime sprees Three thousand pills on the road with no time release Do not tweak when they get behind me 'Cause I be moving at God speed [Verse 2: Boldy James] Thirties in the bezel of my Skydial Forties on my eyebrows, fifty-round drum on my thigh-ow Sixty on my wrist came from pumping ickies on the strip Seventy thousand on my neck from running up the scripts Eighty grand large, 'nother ninety coming from the hicks Five fifty-six, stuffed another hundred in the clip Thuggin' on the six, now we coasting off of I-10 Sliding out to Charlotte with a brick of Barbra Streisand Whipping straight drop, I beat that pot like your steppops Basement of the spot look like a Chinese sweatshop Working the trade lines with my plug out in Prescott Got troopers pulling up with K-9s at the rest stop [Chorus: Boldy James] I bleed the concrete If I get caught with this nickel, shit, that's a five-piece My G, I keep a timesheet On Hell Block and McNichols, them boys got bodies Up under they belts, play for keeps, going on crime sprees Three thousand pills on the road with no time release Do not tweak when they get behind me 'Cause I be moving at God speed