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boldy james & conductor williams - all madden lyrics
[intro]
(conductor, we—)
[verse 1: boldy james]
i stir the pot with that thirty_shot pokin’ on my hip like i never heard of swat
another toke, another skid, another murder plot
for liftin’ water weights out of shape on that murder route
prosecutor tellin’ my mother, “might as well give it up”
hundred_twenty months on a cot, why she not pickin’ up?
only thing i’m hopin’ is the feds don’t try to pick it up
caught the flux from all of that dust that we was kickin’ up
still in touch on the outs with the creatures and them real members
real apex predator, real laid_back
every fight i had, it was likе a steel cage match
don’t take much to initiate it, quick to straight snap
n_ggas gang affiliatеd with ill face tats
not me, i’m a lowkey to_myself type
playin’ chess on the unit, me and old_school
got out, ain’t have sh_t to my name but my legal fee
i think about that sh_t every blue moon just to keep me free
what else?
[chorus: boldy james]
no more food stamps and ebt
tired of mama workin’, gotta blow so i can feed the street
i know they throw dirt on my name, kick me when i’m down
my fam’ need me more than ever, gotta stick around
can’t let these n_ggas trick me off, can’t let ’em off jackson
all that lackadaisical sh_t’ll get you caught lackin’
stackin’ my change while they doin’ all that jaw_jackin’
ea sports, get in the game, we on all madden, it’s game time
[verse 2: bo jack]
everything on my body cost a real bag (for real)
when i see you in the field, you better have your pads (i ain’t playin’)
and my pockets too stiff, i need to cop a bag (gotta go cop one)
i don’t even want your b_tch, she ain’t even bad (not to me)
every time i’m in a room, man, these n_ggas mad (i been peepin’ it)
i got thirty_two bullets stuffed in this mag (bah, bah, bah)
i got twenty stuffed in this burberry plaid (this sh_t stuffed)
amiri full of cash (it’s bo jack)
[chorus: boldy james]
no more food stamps and ebt
tired of mama workin’, gotta blow so i can feed the street
i know they throw dirt on my name, kick me when i’m down
my fam’ need me more than ever, gotta stick around
can’t let these n_ggas trick me off, can’t let ’em off jackson
all that lackadaisical sh_t’ll get you caught lackin’
stackin’ my change while they doin’ all that jaw_jackin’
ea sports, get in the game, we on all madden, it’s game time
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