[Verse 1: Boldy James]
All my stripes ain’t come out the blue, been on my Keffe D
All my life been the one, not the two, could never be the three
Spot whamming, got the block slamming, that’s a DDT
Streaming ten different types of income, I feel like DDG
Seen it all, did it all, everything but meth and PCP
Line cracking on the vine, smack it like a DVD
TTG, we trained to go, let the blow harden in the beaker
Start selling report cards, was always smarter than my teachers
Taught never to show my hand, that'll leave your life in ruins
And not to let my left hand know what my right one's doing
I be chewing, eating like a buffet with my Buffies on
Bro just touched from St. Louis, feel like that nigga Cuffy home
Had to round up like a two thousand kit after I shoot 'em up
185 a gram all the way out, that's 52 a ounce
All the way up the ladder, Audemars Piguet fully shattered
Showed you how to turn a breakfast tray to a platter
Let's get it
[Interlude: Boldy James & Conway the Machine]
I was young when I jumped off the porch
Me and my dude Top, we was like in the fourth grade
It was like in the fourth or fifth grade when we jumped off the porch
We always was advanced children (Uh)
Uh-huh, uh
Uh
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Damn, they sent that boy upstairs, the shit was tragic
His shit was plastered on the wall, damn, that shit was graphic (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I get to waving the stick, they swear the shit was magic (Huh?)
We make that nigga disappear soon as we get the address (Haha)
We get the package, brown or white, whatever flip the fastest
A brown bag with Grants and Jacksons when I lift the mattress, yeah (Yeah)
And you rap niggas is target practice (Uh-huh)
Saw me passed him in that Martin Astin (Vroom), uh
I think you fuck niggas can use a lesson ('Kay)
My lil' woe do the stepping, he'll shoot a reverend (Pah, pah, pah, pah)
Used to post in the hood selling two for sevens ('Kay)
Now I leave the stu', the engine on the coupe is revving
(Machine, Machine, Machine, Machine)