[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Just another Michigander from Detroit jammin' on my Metroid
Me and Black really Mafia, my family, we like the Pep Boys
Come and get your brakes bled, know you need an oil change
All the bloodshed we causin' only brought me more pain
Now I got on three, four chains, watch worth a kilo' plain
It's safe to say I'm more than blessed, this shit was preordained
A five of Wock' in the Simply, wifey rockin' Givenchy
Cartier kit on the navi', Breitling Clock in the Bentley
Hellstart Avi' over the Chrome Heart, lil' base rеntal at the the foreign part
Just hid a four-еighty in a box of corn starch
Took a loss on four cartons, turned that into four dozen
Used to be warmhearted but now a nigga cold blooded
Neck and wrist so flooded, got all this shit from orenthaling
Eddie Bauer car seats for my baby boy, yeah, he was born ballin'
Don't know who shot the sheriff, don't know who copped the birds
I barely know my name, why my phone on do not disturb?
[Chorus: Boldy James]
All I know is cook, cop, bust and swerve, serve and collect
Where crooked cops try to cuff us, never serve and protect
Even though the hood hot, we learn to love the turf that we rep
Nowadays the youngin's on my block kill to earn our respect
Standin' over top of shit, fuckin' up the politics
Button on the back of my gun sound like it got a lisp
Shut down your whole campaign, now the fans can't troll
While we spillin' rosé champagne in the champagne Rolls
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Got the landscape sold
Know it's gon' always be some cases that the Feds can't close
Fresh as fuck, know they watchin' every time the cam say, "Pose"
Prayin' to God in that cell that your mans ain't fold
I know too many niggas when they got in that jam, they told
Now they dealin' out a different deck, reason why I only handshake bros
All the risks a nigga took, this one got the red face froze
Plus somehow we spillin' rosé champagne in the champagne Rolls
This pet supply plus with the bleako, puppy chowin' at the Petco
Ball so hard like the Drew League
Touchin' down with that Bledsoe
Handle sharper than Nesco, set the bar high as Esco
Icy as Campus Martias my cup is darker than Desto
Sipping Texas tea in the country time, I feel like Jeffro
County was my first love, stole my heart like a klepto'
Made a left at [?] at Duncan Hines just poured up a line
For the fallen soldiers and cons I poured out a little respo'
Infrared dot net, tell the custy’s I'm the top chef
Nigga tried to get right and got left
Don't trust me, trust the process
Shiftin' grams was his profession
Spot jumpin' like a hop-step
It's the man, the myth, the legend, I'm somethin' like the Loch Ness
Had to turn the 63 to a 105 in a Pyrex
Tryin' to get my money right, havin' hunger strikes in the projects
Me and money Mike spikin' Sunny Delight full of Hi-Tech
My wife know when I get home get ready to have some sweaty hot sex
[Chorus: Boldy James]
All I know is cook, cop, bust and swerve, serve and collect
Where crooked cops try to cuff us, never serve and protect
Even though the hood hot, we learn to love the turf that we rep
Nowadays the youngin's on my block kill to earn our respect
Standin' over top of shit, fuckin' up the politics
Button on the back of my gun sound like it got a lisp
Shut down your whole campaign, now the fans can't troll
While we spillin' rosé champagne in the champagne Rolls
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