Man Hunt

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

My block slappin' like it's patty cake

Ain't runnin' cross country, I got junkies in the alley waitin'

150 grams of flake, I damn near cracked the mason

Half brick of Martha Stewart, cut it with the Cathy Mason

Can't believe it's not Parkay, what's this, Land O' Lakes?

You know I had to take 'em on that chase before they ran the plates

Mixed the Wockhardt with the Tech and the Shirley Temple

Rose Audemars Piguet, lookin' like a bloody nickel

Shadow boxin' with my silhouette in the ring of fire

If Satan had a Sunday service Couldn't pay mе to leave the choir

Thеy call me Boldy Block, lookin' like a scene from The Wire

Amiri denim ones white as your sheets in the dryer

Paper plane on the fitted, we the frequent flyers

They can put a cease and desist, but we ain't ceasing no fire

For the compressor, don't know shit about no Rita Wright

If bein' broke is a joke, y'all niggas should do stand-up

All jokes aside, niggas still wind up in handcuffs

Never exercise, was too busy makin' grams jump

I cook a deuce, cut it twice, and put a seven on it

Smackin' all these grits, got them bitches on a manhunt

Can't say I didn't warn you to keep it cordial

I always knew that I could beat 'em, so why would I join 'em?

Eyes red, countin' up thirty in the mornin'

My wrist look like a flower bomb, that's where I took for laundry

That peak he gave for Unc to sniff wasn't worth the portrait

Played with so many bricks, had to learn how to work a forklift

How much you really tryna spend to get the work imported?

'Cause those who take the biggest risks will be the first rewarded

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]

Aye, you ain't never been in traffic (Uh-uh)

Made a livin' off of trappin'

Was rappin' and unwrappin' (What else?)

Turned a dope sack to a stack

Ladder in a strap

Before I made a dollar off rap was slap after slap (Uh-huh)

Sold 59-50s outta the pack

Niggas capped like the Yankee snapback (Fuck outta here)

It's always fuck you, pay me like a ho in the trap

Dough is what I attract

It's never what you grab, but how fast you bring it back (Uh-huh)

Started off slingin' nickels in junior high

Graduated to hard, now when you call I get junior high (What you need?)

Got it for the low, the plug gave me some room to fly

If the battery in the scale dead, then use your eye

It's never a drought, the drug users buy (Nah)

If Unc can't find a vein, he shoot it in his thigh

My homie died, didn't know that he was gettin' high (Damn)

Still slingin' that same shit that brought him his demise

Fucked up, surprised, in this life, nobody survives (Uh-uh)

Wise words, learned a lot of words from the wise

Seen both sides, the Benz and the jail bus ride

Most niggas ain't got the drive

Real shit