[Intro: Boldy James]
I should've stayed gone
Hit the road, jack
When I left
Drug zone (I should've stayed gone, don't you come back), yeah
When I left
Should've been took off (Jack and the beanstalk, I should've stayed gone)
Never to return
When I left
Money to burn
I should've stayed gone
Where we at?
Uh-uh, uh
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
It's Bo Jackson, came up on 'caine and all blow action
Case you wonderin' what I did way before rappin'
No gassin', shiftin' in first, watch me blow past 'em
No lackin', heard he got spankеd and I'm Joe Jackson
No caption, knocked this shit loose, did it old-fashionеd
Toe-tagged him, bro still at large, pray they don't snatch him
Can't even front, you was shook when they showed up
With that piece-of-shit 9, prayin' that shit don't happen
Yeah, he got off, but he dead soon as bro catch him
Down bad, thirty-round mag, it ain't no scrappin'
This is a marathon, you start off fast
Then you wheezin' in the back, niggas prayin' that I don't lap 'em
[Chorus: Boldy James]
In my city, I went ghetto gold
But on that road, I went triple platinum
Ain't no nigga never took nothin'
But consent on hatin' shit about me if you ask 'em
In my city, I went ghetto gold
Lookin' at ten, still pistol packin'
In my city, I went ghetto gold
But on that road, I went triple platinum
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Had to break a brick down in fractions
Twist it down, then I let it dry off on a napkin
First time was a bird of raw and some crud
Now this my third time runnin' off on the plug
While all these niggas earned a Boston in the club
To get a rap nigga touched run you 'bout a dub
My hitter made a nigga somersault with the sub
Fuck the money, he just did this shit off of the love
All of my pillheads bring me coffins of the mud
Bottom of my bitch heels red, she be walkin' in blood
You know we pull up in convertibles with two seats
Ten birds in two weeks, been tryna turn over a new leaf
What else?
[Chorus: Boldy James]
In my city, I went ghetto gold
But on that road, I went triple platinum
Ain't no nigga never took nothin'
But consent on hatin' shit about me if you ask 'em
I got niggas came home on parole
Lookin' at ten, still pistol packin'
In my city, I went ghetto gold
But on that road, I went triple platinum, let's get it
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