[Intro: Boldy James]
It's the Jackson
The one and only
The biggest creature
What else? Mafia, what else?
Detroit, Game Time
Two-way, deuce, siete
Where we at with it?
Blockworks
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Need a big shifter, I feel like Lou Gram (Uh)
Thousand pints in, long live my nigga [?]
Turnt the paper route empire to a news stand
Cup pink as violet, pocketful of Bobby Blue Blands
Connectin' like a Bluetooth with the juice man (Uh-huh)
Three empty box of Fruit Loops with two toucans
Real YBS when Santino and Fat Man slide (6 Mile)
The Jack God, block-slappin' on the backhand side (Yeah)
2-2-7, hit it with two scoops
Ain't talkin' 'bout no Raisin Bran, this ain't no prune juice (Not at all)
Wineberry 580, screamin', "Money ain't a problem"
Through the moonroof, Balenciaga moon boots
I told Taj I ain't never had no job (Never)
All I ever knew is residue, sell dope, and rob
So you know it ain't no prob' to press my bunk on the pot (Uh-huh)
Take it to the furthest extent, I get you closer to God
Bold and—
[Bridge: Reyan]
What get you closer to God? Yeah
Rambo to get you closer to God, uh
We get you closer to God, yeah
Rambo to get you closer to God, uh
[Verse 2: Reyan]
Superbowl goals like Brady and Bill
Ain't even thinkin' 'bout a Bentley, tryna make me a mill' (Ching)
Reyan [?] I got the crazy appeal, vintage flavor for real
These God thoughts keep my cranium filled
Tryna pray daily but these demons wanna dance with me
God don't like ugly so I'm gettin' paid handsomely
Denim Tears crystals on me, catch me where the cameras be
I'm poppin' and my name ringin' bells like you cancer-free
Take your joy away like Ebenezer Scrooge
Goin' toe-to-toe with Butta, that's a recipe to lose
They say beggars can't be choosers but they beggin' me to choose
We the ones, can never be the tools (You know us), listen
If opps lookin', gon' be tragic when you find me
Can't fuck with me like Magic in the '90s
Every single bar that I'm recitin' soundin' passionate and grimy
Greatest on the island, Staten is behind me (Uh-huh)
Leadin' the charge, on a cloudy day, I reach for the stars
Can't stop until they tweetin' the bars, we on the speakers in cars
Designer sneakers and some decent cigars
Shit can never tear my people apart, we too solid (We too solid)
Yo, really sorry to the ladies that I hurt
Tryna make my nana proud when they lay me in the dirt
One day, I'll greet my baby with a smirk
Laughin' while I tell 'em how they used to call me crazy but it worked (Haha)
[Outro: Reyan]
Yeah
Sniper, Jones
Rey Butta
Get you closer to God, yeah, yeah
We get you closer to God, uh
Rambo to get you closer to God, uh
