Nosebleeds

[Intro: Bronze Nazareth]

Uh, yeah, Tales from the Bronxside, [?], Motown, yeah, uh, RIP K7, one more, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Bronze Nazareth]

I say a prayer to my Ruger 9

Hollow out the lead, nigga, that'll chew your spine

I'm not a killer but a threat is probably suicide

If you can make it in Detroit it's destiny that you survive

Lucifer tries, he tried a few times

Times is trying so I be trying different hybrids

Left gun rule thought those streets was dying

Until Joy Road made me reach for iron

I don't waffle it's authentic what I bleed when writing

Statues of my niggas dead they get struck by lightning

Sometimes a Quiet Ones the lion with the 9-iron

Just like my will I'll leave my rich thoughts for those conspiring

Talkin' to my brother years after he died, damn

The convo still ill, he asked me hit the firing pin

Meyer Lansky myelin in the hyena den

Your bitch a thot, I got a queen plus my two gems

You me too them my clips longer than Slim Jims

Everyday it's a funeral, don, the dim Brims

Hood bougie blowing top shelf off pop cans

Salute? I held him down while he was on the lam

We met like mobsters over Pantheon chops of lamb

Pussy dance and the lips swing

I was a wanted man, hundred grand instinct

Million-dollar plans or Sundown gettin' it

Grave thoughts, dope art, painting kilos

I'll never fold Davey Scatino

I was in Maine eating lobster, Cuttino Mobley

You cats don't get it, nigga- I'm holy

Jesus feet, Heaven's parolee

I swear I saw Kevin in the nosebleeds

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

I never understood why they called my dog Bronze a year? gold medallist, man

Welcome to the winner circle, baby

Sprouted from the blacktop

The concrete rose petal

It's me and Bronze some Olympian gold medalists (Yeah)

Type to tighten my belt, 'fore I beg for help

You know what they say, good dope sell itself

It's 227 Mafia, what else? (What?)

If the work ain't takin', we be done took his stripes

Take what from who? He must don't love his life (Uh)

Only thing a nigga ever took from me was advice

Blow so strong could cut it twice

Got the fiends still hooking the cable up with a butter knife

Thug life I'm still living it, streets built me

So even if I'm guilty I plead innocent

Feds lip reading is where it's getting interesting

Sick I came Big Creature, Harry and the Hendersons (Block Works)

Little House on the Prairie full of Indians

Import export from Marion to Michigan

Let's get it

Concreatures

What else?