[Intro: Boldy James]
Where we at?
(I let these niggas run their mouth while I run the streets)
Jack God
Let's get it (227)
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
We was born thuggin', nothing like them niggas, they some corn muffins
Sticker get to bouncing like a pogo, we be Pornhub-in'
Moral of the story, we play with blocks and we gon' torch something
And we not gon' stop drummin' 'til we hear the force comin'
War ready, sent so many hits, they gave me store credits
More or less, an AK-47 for you poindexters
Spray a nigga block up with the K and I gеt artistic
Thousands Xans in a minivan, this a bar mitzvah
Hard-body youngies in my circle, we who еat the most
Those closest to you ones who hurt you so I keep it close
Never cut it too close for comfort in the comfort suite
Piecing out a brickie, finna count up a 200-piece
In the middle of the drought, I had to duck the heat
So if a nigga run his mouth, shoot off his fuckin' beak
Seen a couple hundred thousand out that Comfort Suite
I let these niggas run they mouth while I run the streets
What else?
[Verse 2: Ransom]
I'm super reclusive, hardly get seen every move is elusive
In that double R Ghost watchin' Fury and Usyk
My fury is ruthless, time will tell what you doin' is useless
Tellin' time from a Presi with the newest exclusive
Some new and improved shit, spend 200 on a Sky-Dweller
Fly fella, ignores your wifey 'cause she too high yellow
Mind bender niggas who pay their way can't afford to roam
Used to call my connect from collect on a cordless phone
All alone, vivid shootouts with some undercover cops
A hundred shots delete everything I see when they come to opps
Yeah, here's the twist with a sudden plot
We'll be outside whether the night is cold or the sun is hot
Who wants your spot? I'm on a level all by myself, player
Shell sprayer, home of the heinous sins and failed prayers
Yeah, made a hundred quick and a Comfort Suite (I did)
I let y'all niggas run your lips, I used to run them streets
[Verse 3: OT The Real]
Got that out the mud demeanor
Taste of the paper and none was sweeter
Son of Leaver, standin' around for too long, I'm a cedar
I broke the yoke 'til they call me shake like a muslim leader
Bundles here, hurry up and shoot 'em like a buzzer beater
Hella nice and I been sellin' ice man, fuck that Reedus
You puppets never get acknowledged, bunch of Cousin Skeeters
I'm with some youngins, keepin' somethin', bunch of button squeezers
Clutchin' cleavers, hungry huntin' junkie Justin Biebers
What a sleeper, y'all made a mistake
The sharks all in this water, y'all shoulda stayed in the lake
I serve they squad and they just saw me, then made them relate
They talked about me bein' solid, still straight to this date
Broke a pound down for my two youngins, here's eight and here's eight
I'll feed you, re-ing up off me's how you pay for the plate
The sound when the blade's in his face is all you should say to a snake
And if there's beef in the air, it's cause we raisin' the stakes
Makin' these plays out the Comfort Suite
[Outro: OT The Real]
You dig?
Ask around who really run the streets
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