[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Young dog the slickster, but I'm off the rip
Cause all a nigga do is win, they should call me Vick
47-hundred block, Hubbell to McClell'
We them Belvedere boys catching all the sales
Till the well run dry, or the sun die
I'll be on the track slapping out that Hyundai
Sipping on that cold red 'till my phone dead
She ate the whole rubber think this bitch a cone head
Wrist watch 90 g's when I light the weed
Smelling like Bakara cream and Irish tweed
Fast paced moving at a different type of speed
Them Ten08s the only books a nigga like to read
[Chorus: Boldy James]
On the seven I was running through them Elways
Me and Johnny in the spot
Good dope sell itself on them trail ways
Mak-90 and a Glock
Where we grew up 'cross the track by the railway
It's ConCreatures Boldy Blocks
Good dope sell itself on them trail ways
But now we Johnny on the spot
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Burnt up the turn pike I love to trailblaze
Grew up in the drug zone I was hell raised
Come Hell or high water with the SB's
Big stepping water whipping like a Jet Ski
White square shining harder than a movie screen
Off White Jordan 2's off the Ksubi jeans
Half brick of pixie dust in the G-Wag'
On the E-Way finna punch it like a speed bag
Bad bitch picked me up in a C-class
Real Bad Man Jagger RBM ski mask
Rich boy, where we at? What's the hold up?
Real ghetto boy Rolls Forgies on the Rolls truck
[Chorus: Boldy James]
On the seven I was running through them Elways
Me and Johnny in the spot
Good dope sell itself on them trail ways
Mak-90 and a Glock
Where we grew up 'cross the track by the railway
It's ConCreatures Boldy Blocks
Good dope sell itself on them trail ways
But now we Johnny on the spot
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