Pepper Jack

[Intro: Boldy James] Ayy, yeah What else? [Verse 1: Boldy James] Married to the concrete, holy matrimony Call me Papa Johns, turn the beef into pepperoni 227, know we heavy on it Hit him in the head with the heat, we'll press and comb it Found out where he be, apply some pressure on it Shred him with the .223 or the Kelly Rowland Left him dead in the street, nephew did him bogus Be the person you least expect, you'll nevеr notice Hot boy found the scenе, sprinkled pepper on it Your shooter can't even compare, let's bet whatever on it When I release stress feel like a feather, don't it? Lumbar support seats with the FN on it Run off on me and I'ma let him hold it I'm on my like my twentieth V and my eleventh Rolex 'Cause if it's up with me, I get to pressing on shit When shit get stuck under my feet, it come to stepping on it Blocks [Chorus: Boldy James] It ain't gon' be my opps If I get dropped, probably one of my niggas drilled me You figgadeal me? Lord, let the killer steal me For my fam, let 'em know that I tried to prevent it But it's imminent in the concrete It's like Heaven the only place I could find peace I'm in the trenches pounding the pavement Slaving over the stove, working the grave shift Until I'm filthy [Verse 2: Boldy James] The underworld built me Streets took me underneath, me and Taymar Used to play under the sheets, now I'm under investigation From federal police with this AR Ten bodies, one summer with the sway bar Friend Swali taught me how to fly under the radar Off-White dunks, burn his eyes in the day bar The bullets come from Dunham's, but the chopper come from Kmart Me and Redi Rock really get 'em in We like Suge and Slim, and Birdman J-R Blending cream in with raw, now it's gray tar Gotta put some gas in your car 'cause I stay far Fuck this shit say on my wrist? Hefty Chopard Bentley, Benz, Bimmers in the yard, me and Rayvar Listening to old Esco and Sosa Bought his son a toy truck, little Amar Mafia what else? [Chorus: Boldy James] It ain't gon' be my opps If I get dropped, probably one of my niggas drilled me You figgadeal me? Lord, let the killer steal me For my fam, let 'em know that I tried to prevent it But it's imminent in the concrete It's like Heaven the only place I could find peace I'm in the trenches pounding the pavement Slaving over the stove, working the grave shift Until I'm filthy