Safe Keeps

[Intro: Boldy James] 227 Concreatures, where we at? Mafia, what else? [Chorus: Boldy James] .223 in my waist-length, I keep it for safe keeps This rifle an antique, I bleed concrete I'm in this shit waist-deep, been drinkin', I can't sleep Can't even think straight, I guess the price of tea ain't cheap Street fighter, no Zangief, reachin' heights they can't peak See me like you can't speak, the pack magnifique Still in this shit waist-deep, they label me gang chief Can't beef with none of these lames 'cause these niggas ain't street [Verse 1: Boldy James] Hear niggas talkin' out of turn to end up bossin' dumb Nigga, that jewelry only thing, y'all niggas walkin' dumb These niggas gossip more than little old church ladies Easy be whippin' in his sleep, that nigga stir-crazy Chrome barrel split his white meat down to the bone marrow Bully boy, quick to bullseye you with this bow and arrow Rose petal from the soil (Blocks), that concrete made me him One-thirty a pop'll turn your block into an ATM That nigga Boom be talkin' tall, he standin' on stilts Hollow in the XDs, you gon' get your bro drilled The clip lean to the side, my fitted on tilt Mama didn't breastfeed me, she fed me GOAT milk Me and Uncle Iceberg some real dope boys Back from down the way, still behind the K with Soap Boy Where everything is out the ordinary It's only two ways out of this shit, penitentiary or the mortuary [Chorus: Boldy James] .223 in my waist-length, I keep it for safe keeps This rifle an antique, I bleed concrete I'm in this shit waist-deep, been drinkin', I can't sleep Can't even think straight, I guess the price of tea ain't cheap Street fighter, no Zangief, reachin' heights they can't peak See me like you can't speak, the pack magnifique Still in this shit waist-deep, they label me gang chief Can't beef with none of these lames 'cause these niggas ain't street [Verse 2: Lord Apex] British Westside nigga, braids nappy With a love for the gang, Brazilian bitches call me papi They be yappy, steady talkin', but in other niggas' pockets Gettin' dressed for like a video, got options, 'stead of rockin', should be seated too Rose up out the action just so I could get the fiend's view Told my driver talk the left so I could peep the scene through While she see what semen do, believe in you, I mean it, boo Lyin', I'm just lustin', sellin' dreams is what my demon do Scripted kind of mystic, when the odds is low, he hit my line Single all my camo shorts and Bubba Kush You can ask around 'bout crazy moves, a nigga done the bush 'Member days when we'd go back to crib and there weren't nothin' cooked I ain't stressed, my mama gave her cash and whipped the ramen up Crazy situations I can't speak on made me harden up Apex peeped the game from he was young 'cause he was smart enough Always had the Percs, he minimized it, know we started rough [Outro: Lord Apex] London, Detroit, fuck with me Fuck you mean? Lord Apex, man