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[Boldy James] Alan the Chemist Concreatures Boldy Bricks, yeah When them birds flying high in the sky You know how I'm feelin' already And I don't wanna kick it cause ya'll niggas petty And if that's ballin' I'm in L.A. with Jefe On that Mac Mall shit cause I'm all about my fetti Yes yes, UPS'll send 'em next day Overnight, Fed Ex, express, ese Never been a coward or a pussy in these streets And I put that on a G like a thousand word essay Bricks on consignment, dirty dishes in the sink Finna cook another ki with this chopper and this SK Pistol whippin, I do the fool in the kitchen When I'm spinnin, and I only rock the Trues with the thick stitches I ain't the man but I damn sure know him Got a fin fulla bands and my hand finna blow it Like I grow it, if you gettin' money then show it I talk it cause I live it, but you already know it It's Concreatures [Hook] I'm on my throwback Bo Jack but you already know that And it's a known fact That I sold crack and all my niggas don't rap We get the load back Them bolds and ? we got them bitches on deck They got my phone tapped I ain't goin' back, tell them bitches get the bozack [Boldy James] Niggas know that they better run that dough back 'Fore we hit your door with the calicos, no on smack We smack niggas for fat living and dog Check the shit out of bitch ass niggas tell 'em to fall back We get points on the pack, and hit y'all wit' the sacks And shake no weight, I'm sellin' all packs I got the Master P hook up, recipe to cook up In the middle of spring I bring fall back For my dogs in them Bronco colors Blue and orange on the yard doin' football numbers I jumped off the porch and I took off runnin' Had a long run, it's been a long time comin' When chances were slim to none I was the skinniest one but kept the biggest gun In the hood I'm a boss cause I get it done My niggas empty drums, pull up and pull off now that's a hit and run [Hook] [Boldy James] Cause old habits, it's hard for me to break those We weigh packages whole, shake rattle and roll I'm talkin' crate loads Easy passin' through tolls, breakin' the border Meetin' quotas, drinkin' glasses of rose And Moet for Moses, diamonds in my gold link Glowin' piece, goin' when I'm strikin' a pose We finally famous but this the life that we chose Gold wire, C frames with the ice on my nose [Hook]