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"Fear of God" is a track by Boldy James, from the album Conversational Pieces, released 2nd May 2025. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Boldy James] What else? [Verse 1: Boldy James] Down in Cleveland with the browns, tryna shake a Urus You never seen three hundred thou', that shit'll make you curious Out in South Central stylin' like my name was Furious If you ever been took down, then we can't take you serious Go secure interests on Farmer, I stay luxurious I'm all in, aces wild, I play with experience If you take that shit to trial, then you can't make appearances When you breakin' that shit down, you gotta pay the clearances Slidin' up the mall with this Drac' behind mirror tint Niggas say they rollin' loud, but I can't еven hear the shit Racks bustin' out thе threads on my Amiri stick You can fake your body count, but you can't fake a jewelry kit Fell asleep behind the wheel, Jesus steer the whip Rockin' Fear of God, lil' nigga, I ain't scared of shit Phone full of prom queens and Miss Americas The Bimmer Alpina, the Benz a Brabus Tote it like I got permit to open-carry it Feelin' like Kobe fresh out of Lower Merion Fuck is you starin' at? Fuckin' scaredy cat All my niggas do is trap, it's like I barely rap [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Yeah, you know Machine been airin' Maxes Back when charged a stack for the airy packs (Talk to 'em) You crazy? Label pay me for you to hear me rap Like that, the contract is somewhere it near the max It's motion-picture shit, mirror mask Here's the facts, the money in my sack, you can't mirror that (Ah) Nigga was in my comments hatin' on me, where he at? Oh, he at the boutique tryna sell his Amiris back (Haha) Damn, I'm really him, I'm clearly that Got nominated for a Grammy from the Mary track I get violated and my man, he gon' appear in black (Brrt) You know how I'm operatin', boy, we really clap (Yeah), yeah Black arrogant motherfucker Might DM Megan and tell her I wanna fuck her (Yeah) I'm the big dog, pit bull terrier motherfucker (Ah) May block, we blow up your whole area if you touch us (Boom, boom, boom) It's Drumwork, tramp, the gun work stamped And the knife work stellar, Jeff Hamilton leather (Talk to 'em) Yeah, I'm in my champion era Off-white Panamera, Cullinan, tan leather, Machine (Woo)
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