[Intro: Boldy James]
Bring that, bring that, bring that in here bro
A.B. from 46th Street
ConCreatures
Boldy Blocks
I'm the neighborhood
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[Verse 1: Boldy James]
From Detroit to Pontiac
Bowtown to Dose City
Decoys and copycats profiling
Boy and Nickie, yeah
Blowing sticky, getting blowed off again
But we got them snorting fifties
Getting froze on that yeah buddy
Getting money never tricking with these trick hoes
Why you tipping 20s to these strippers and these bimbos
I'm spending 24s, 24k gold
Spilling Henny getting hizzy from your main hoes
Getting busy to the rhythm or the tempo
Or we in this busy with them digis and them pistols
McNichols to University Drive
Saint Nick take a deuce every turn at the 5
You can call him Kris Kringle
In his murder disguise
If you fuck up my jingles get buried alive
No casket, suit, no shirt and no ties
Just concrete shoes, river, currents and tides
Cause I'm the dope man
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Hell block
I went in with a bachelor's in Mary Jane
And left out with a master's in cocaine
Seven soft six, hard at a quarter till
Eleven off ten jars and was short a pill
That's 999 quadruple stacks
The one I owe per say that's a brick of X
At $3 a piece get him for 50 cents
You need to holler at me 110%
Out of the profit I reap, the other 140
I'm bout to pocket a G, I bought a Glock .40
Caliber handgun 150 for my mans
Spent the odd 250 on a ounce again
Sold 10 25s and a hundred sack
Made a hundred bucks pros plus my money back
The mag in my Bo spent 50 on this Glock
Got a half O again left on the block
I'm the dope man
[Bridge: Boldy James]
Two two seven
Serving custys
I'm the neighborhood
Working hard
That bright mow brick layer
[Verse 3: Boldy James]
Broski my big homie from the set said
Boldy get your money and the rest is
Smooth sailing the boat finna set sail
The food catered the coke full of crystal
And glue vapors, Zo got 'em on deck
With new papers on top of old racks
Couple hundred thin, few layers thick
Fuck the rubber bands, we need some paper clips
The money coming in, them calls going out
And on the other end my dog wanna ounce
Of that purple Kush, put it in the wind
What you working with, shit what you trying to spend?
It's 575, I ride kinda slow
On I-75 or I-94
I drive 75 under the speed limit
I might Chevrolet Dodge and V6 it
And I'm the dope man
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