Neighborhood Dope Man

[Intro: Boldy James]

Bring that, bring that, bring that in here bro

A.B. from 46th Street

ConCreatures

Boldy Blocks

I'm the neighborhood

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[Verse 1: Boldy James]

From Detroit to Pontiac

Bowtown to Dose City

Decoys and copycats profiling

Boy and Nickie, yeah

Blowing sticky, getting blowed off again

But we got them snorting fifties

Getting froze on that yeah buddy

Getting money never tricking with these trick hoes

Why you tipping 20s to these strippers and these bimbos

I'm spending 24s, 24k gold

Spilling Henny getting hizzy from your main hoes

Getting busy to the rhythm or the tempo

Or we in this busy with them digis and them pistols

McNichols to University Drive

Saint Nick take a deuce every turn at the 5

You can call him Kris Kringle

In his murder disguise

If you fuck up my jingles get buried alive

No casket, suit, no shirt and no ties

Just concrete shoes, river, currents and tides

Cause I'm the dope man

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

Hell block

I went in with a bachelor's in Mary Jane

And left out with a master's in cocaine

Seven soft six, hard at a quarter till

Eleven off ten jars and was short a pill

That's 999 quadruple stacks

The one I owe per say that's a brick of X

At $3 a piece get him for 50 cents

You need to holler at me 110%

Out of the profit I reap, the other 140

I'm bout to pocket a G, I bought a Glock .40

Caliber handgun 150 for my mans

Spent the odd 250 on a ounce again

Sold 10 25s and a hundred sack

Made a hundred bucks pros plus my money back

The mag in my Bo spent 50 on this Glock

Got a half O again left on the block

I'm the dope man

[Bridge: Boldy James]

Two two seven

Serving custys

I'm the neighborhood

Working hard

That bright mow brick layer

[Verse 3: Boldy James]

Broski my big homie from the set said

Boldy get your money and the rest is

Smooth sailing the boat finna set sail

The food catered the coke full of crystal

And glue vapors, Zo got 'em on deck

With new papers on top of old racks

Couple hundred thin, few layers thick

Fuck the rubber bands, we need some paper clips

The money coming in, them calls going out

And on the other end my dog wanna ounce

Of that purple Kush, put it in the wind

What you working with, shit what you trying to spend?

It's 575, I ride kinda slow

On I-75 or I-94

I drive 75 under the speed limit

I might Chevrolet Dodge and V6 it

And I'm the dope man