The Dealer's Cut

[Verse: Boldy James]

Baby girl, she say she love me but it don't sound that convincin'

She know I been up that shit ever since my plug got out of prison

Stack my money to the ceilin', swear there ain't no better feeling

Nigga playing with them shillings then I swear you better kill him

Got scars, it ain't no healin', drivin' cars without no ceilings

Played the cards that I was dealt now I'm who doin' all the dealin'

Oh, the truth always reveal itself, it's even more revealing

They say that in time will tell, they never told or did no squealin'

Now the police can't convict him, bro got smoked with bad decision

On the stove he had a vision, on that road we made a killin'

Can't control the way I'm livin' or the Rosé I been spillin'

Gotta trust my intuition or the cocaine I'm concealin'

Ain't have a pot to whip now we hoppin' out the big body limpin'

Objective was to get a little money first, we shared a common interest

If it don't make dollars then this shit is really kinda senseless

Infected with a real get-money curse, I think I got the symptoms

What else?

[Hook: Boldy James]

Fully 556

I get 'bows in the drop and the WiFi bricks

If you front my shit for the highs right quick

Let your folks clear you out and they find my shit

And they rush my speed, and they lie on my bitch

All these pros running chow, I can sign Mike Vick

You don't touch my shit, you don't drive my shit

I got dope in the house and I hide my shit

[Interlude]

The ice cream man

The ice cream man

The ice cream man

The ice cream man

The ice cream man

The ice cream man

The ice cream man