James Bond

[Intro: Boldy James]

Two-way, deuce, siete

(Royal House on the beat)

Mafia, what else?

Let's get it

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

Gray block and a shifter

Pouring straight drop in a spritzer

Maybach and a Fisker

In that same spot off Official

Dodging raindrops with the killers, thanking God for the bag that came

Hiding all my hurt behind these Percs, tryna mask the pain

Wish the love was as real as these diamonds in my tennis link

Passing dank to sleep, when I look up, it's just an empty seat

Thirty-one flavors of Dairy Queen, this ain't no Baskin Robbins

Chain smoking back-to-back Backies in that Baxter Stockman

Joey got caught in that cross, ain't have his weapon handy

It practically was my fault, what I'ma tell his family?

My feet kicked up on the beach somewhere where it's wet and sandy

Before this powder 'caine shit, boy, we was selling candy

Got a bad bitch from New York, kind of resemble Yandy

Breath scented with spearmint and a hint of brandy

On Lahser and Fenkell, just pulled up on Chris and Angie

Still servin' all the base runners, meet me at the Grammys

[Chorus: Boldy James]

From 7 tail to the east side of STL

Used to could weigh me on the digi, now we off the Richter scale

Catching sales, got that A1, but this shit never fails

All of the odds stacked up against him, I bet he tell

Can't love no thotiana, Ali, or no jezebel

Cuddy got eleven bodies, workin' on his twelfth strike

When you running for fear of life, you gotta tread light

Caught him with a stick, flicked him for a broken taillight

[Verse 2: Jai Imani]

Yeah, sat alone in that trap wishing on a star

Prayin' up to God, hopin' one day I would ball

Swear a nigga tired and I don't wanna fall off

And I'm still poppin' these tens, don't give a fuck what they cost

I don't got too many friends, niggas switch up and they soft

Just my brothers 'til the end, if they need me, then it's on

And all the opps dead, you can put 'em in a bong

I be smokin' to the head, ain't no thunder, I don't want it

My nigga, I'm a soldier, ain't no limits to the shit I'm kickin'

Spin they block and leave 'em dead for thinkin' they could diss us

My bro went fed for cappin' up, he call me every Christmas

I'm his twin, that was my twin, but ain't nobody kill him

He took himself and to this day, I still can't shake the feeling

Ain't tryna go to Hell, but I don't know 'cause I keep sinning

Don't wanna wish me well, they'd rather see me in a prison

I'm focused on a million until I'm up a ticket

[Chorus: Boldy James]

From 7 tail to the east side of STL

Used to could weigh me on the digi, now we off the Richter scale

Catching sales, got that A1, but this shit never fails

All of the odds stacked up against him, I bet he tell

Can't love no thotiana, Ali, or no jezebel

Cuddy got eleven bodies, workin' on his twelfth strike

When you running for fear of life, you gotta tread light

Caught him with a stick, flicked him for a broken taillight