SOS

[Intro: CHUCKSTAAA]

Chuckstaaa

[Verse 1: CHUCKSTAAA]

TLC, we creep, said enough then Boldy put him to sleep

Man, it's grimy in the trenches, get ate, a beetle on that E

Chopper sounds burn up, made it hard for me to sleep

So I jumped into the streets, mama worried, couldn't even sleep

Wasn't really good at selling stuff so we just stuck em up

Like bro, whoever round here selling stuff, just make him give it up

He get popped for acting tough, overkill, ten wasn't enough

Then blunts get stuffed with dead niggas but the pack don't say Runtz

After I nut, I kick her out, I thought that she might set me up

Blicky tucked right around CEO, low in the Bentley truck

Know the opps be act here hating so we limo tinted up

Forsure, it's one in the head, we ain't worried 'bout loading nothing

[Chorus: Boldy James]

No guts, no glory on the road to the riches

Standing on stilts, nigga stood tall on that business

Catch a nigga fish balling, we gon throw a tantrum

Tented up, big pole, look like we going camping

What I spent on my kit, you could only fathom

Three hundred thousand, that’s a down payment on a mansion

In the trenches, leaned against the hood of the Phantom

Street niggas from the jungle, living like we double platinum

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

Double Rs, double parked in front your nana house

Don't want no parts of them gorillas, sharks, we brung bananas out

Catch a nigga slip and peel his cap back on the dead end

Get a nigga chipped then double back and do a tailspin

SWV, we make it rain down

All of this fancy footwork, feel like James Brown

Right back on top, I came up 'cause I stayed down

A couple of my opps, we set up shops in the same time

Just got that thang-io, you know he trained to go

We landslide niggas out niggas quick as terrain-io

I know some youngins storm running, leave your nose running

Run up on your four runner and hit you with the whole hundred

[Chorus: Boldy James]

No guts, no glory on the road to the riches

Standing on stilts, nigga stood tall on that business

Catch a nigga fish balling, we gon throw a tantrum

Tented up, big pole, look like we going camping

What I spent on my kit, you could only fathom

Three hundred thousand, that’s a down payment on a mansion

In the trenches, leaned against the hood of the Phantom

Street niggas from the jungle, living like we double platinum