[Intro: Boldy James]
Two-way, deuce, siete
(Royal House on the beat)
Mafia, what else?
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Gray block and a shifter
Pouring straight drop in a spritzer
Maybach and a Fisker
In that same spot off Official
Dodging raindrops with the killers, thanking God for the bag that came
Hiding all my hurt behind these Percs, tryna mask the pain
Wish the love was as real as these diamonds in my tennis link
Passing dank to sleep, when I look up, it's just an empty seat
Thirty-one flavors of Dairy Queen, this ain't no Baskin Robbins
Chain smoking back-to-back Backies in that Baxter Stockman
Joey got caught in that cross, ain't have his weapon handy
It practically was my fault, what I'ma tell his family?
My feet kicked up on the beach somewhere where it's wet and sandy
Before this powder 'caine shit, boy, we was selling candy
Got a bad bitch from New York, kind of resemble Yandy
Breath scented with spearmint and a hint of brandy
On Lahser and Fenkell, just pulled up on Chris and Angie
Still servin' all the base runners, meet me at the Grammys
[Chorus: Boldy James]
From 7 tail to the east side of STL
Used to could weigh me on the digi, now we off the Richter scale
Catching sales, got that A1, but this shit never fails
All of the odds stacked up against him, I bet he tell
Can't love no thotiana, Ali, or no jezebel
Cuddy got eleven bodies, workin' on his twelfth strike
When you running for fear of life, you gotta tread light
Caught him with a stick, flicked him for a broken taillight
[Verse 2: Jai Imani]
Yeah, sat alone in that trap wishing on a star
Prayin' up to God, hopin' one day I would ball
Swear a nigga tired and I don't wanna fall off
And I'm still poppin' these tens, don't give a fuck what they cost
I don't got too many friends, niggas switch up and they soft
Just my brothers 'til the end, if they need me, then it's on
And all the opps dead, you can put 'em in a bong
I be smokin' to the head, ain't no thunder, I don't want it
My nigga, I'm a soldier, ain't no limits to the shit I'm kickin'
Spin they block and leave 'em dead for thinkin' they could diss us
My bro went fed for cappin' up, he call me every Christmas
I'm his twin, that was my twin, but ain't nobody kill him
He took himself and to this day, I still can't shake the feeling
Ain't tryna go to Hell, but I don't know 'cause I keep sinning
Don't wanna wish me well, they'd rather see me in a prison
I'm focused on a million until I'm up a ticket
[Chorus: Boldy James]
From 7 tail to the east side of STL
Used to could weigh me on the digi, now we off the Richter scale
Catching sales, got that A1, but this shit never fails
All of the odds stacked up against him, I bet he tell
Can't love no thotiana, Ali, or no jezebel
Cuddy got eleven bodies, workin' on his twelfth strike
When you running for fear of life, you gotta tread light
Caught him with a stick, flicked him for a broken taillight
