[Intro: Boldy James]
One, two, three and to the, ayy
220, siete, check
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
One, two, three, when them doors slide
Move your feet, lose your seat before you meet this four-five
On the Six, Seven, them the Miles that I'm from
Stuffin' rounds in my drum, lost count of what I won
For the eight, nine, you can come and get this gun
For the tenth, eleventh time
Out of every zap, I cut 227 dimes
’Fore the twelve could run the plates
Strap still in my possession, I’ma barеly jump the gate
If the work clеan, I might pay the thirteen, but if it ain't
I got a Mini-14 and love to paint shit with no brush
My bro don’t think shit funny, he don't joke much
He quick to flash that cannon in your face like a close-up
Bullet piercin' his tongue, it’s not no lip ring
Age twenty-one, they tried to make me take a cop to fifteen
Can’t fit my life in a sixteen, that ain't enough bars
Thinking back when I was sixteen running up them cards
Just tryna catch a sale
[Verse 2: Ransom]
To the one, two, three, where your thoughts lie
Squeezin' the four-five, you heathens can all die
Now you're six feet deep in the floor, why?
When you come in to stunt man, you'll be leavin' the fall guy
Like them seven-foot niggas we see from the courtside
Can't duck a charge so you get hit when them sparks fly
No fork in the road 'cause I ate in the dark side
I'm good with the nine so I'm able to part ties
The MAC-10 or the MAC-11, it's all out
I'm emptyin' every MAC when deletin' your hard drives
Excuses? You got a dozen of 'em
When I was thirteen, I sold dope, some bundles of 'em
Now I'm fourteen, police shot up another cousin
I got more fiends for morphine than Robitussin, I overstuff 'em
Bags on the scale say "one-five"
But I got sixteens up on the block, nigga come buy
[Outro]
I have good news
As of today, you have complete level 15
And now you will all be moving up to level 16
Level 16 will be your final–
Level 16 will be your final–
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