Reform School

[Intro: Boldy James]

'Chemist

It's us against them

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

I'm a lunatic, I got five on it once the doobie lit (That's light work)

We was locking my room door, stuffing them Uzi clips

Running with hooligans, I've put in my work

Wiping slugs and guns off with the tip of my shirt

Them .223s for when we ride on our enemies

And hit 'em up if they don't hit me up first (Game Time)

In my army fatigue, it's still gunpowder on the sleeve

Niggas get shot every day, B, pull down your skirt

Before I lift it up to show the whole world you pussy (It's Bold)

And how you niggas been some bitches since birth

'Cause we them Sig Sauer boys hittin' em where it hurts (227)

Twist a nigga cap back and pop a nigga with a squig and a squirt

He dug his own grave, I'm just revealing the dirt

Got some bullets to chase a nigga to the end of the Earth

Until we meet again, I think, with death, I'ma flirt

Give her that old evil grin and my devilish smirk

[Chorus: Domo Genesis]

Fuck y'all niggas, what y'all wanna do? Uh

Bumpin' my new shit, mobbin' with the crew, uh

Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool

Let me know if it's a problem 'cause it's solving we could do, shit

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

Dead bullies and Red Bull is all in his stomach

With a couple bitches with whom relations ended abruptly

Grab the Mickey and the coaster and sit it

Now, I've been sober a minute, ho, tell your soldiers, "Forget it"

Spit it as cold as the frigid, dare me to host it and shit

Just carry the flow to the clinic, carry the coast on my shoulders

Various hoes in the whip, and they blowin' smoke at the chauffeur

Carry the dope in they britches, bury a foe in the ocean, uh

I can't help it, it's Tan Cressida, gram sellers

Pantera records and bodies stuffed in the damp cellar

Far from the fronting, my niggas was in the back

Yelling 'cause we came from nothing, like everything that you can't tell us

Speak soft, sock a fan, shut the camera off

Rap camp Camelot, cannon cocked, lick a shot

Bop, bop, liquor slosh, bottom of the belly

Bars lock hard, hitting like they squabbling with the celly grip

[Chorus: Domo Genesis]

Fuck y'all niggas, what y'all wanna do? Uh

Bumpin' my new shit, mobbin' with the crew, uh

Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool

Let me know if it's a problem 'cause it's solving we could do, shit

[Verse 3: Da$h]

Smokin' all the green, exhalin' dragon breath up out my nasal

Order steak, rosemary with the basil

It's too rare, get it off my table

Way I pimp, should've stuck with the shrimp

Dick stuck to her lips, the money stuck to my thumbs

I'm spittin' rounds like a drum

Bitch said her man was a bum and he think he got that bag

Get her high and dog her ass, she tellin' me 'bout homie stash

I listen up and roll my grass

Before the blunt was even ashed, I hit my homie on the jack, like

"Just got the word on what the lick read"

Essex County, and he sitting on 'bout six Ps

Is you 'bout it?" He say "For sure" and we rushed to move

Riding with my top gun like Tom fucking Cruise

No license behind the wheel, blowing red signs

I push that red line before fed time

Get the flip and write a verse or two, nah, us niggas never heard of you

Denzel in Training Day, motherfucker, I'm getting surgical

[Chorus: Domo Genesis]

Fuck y'all niggas, what y'all wanna do? Uh

Bumpin' my new shit, mobbin' with the crew, uh

Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool

Let me know if it's a problem 'cause it's solving we could do, shit