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boldy james & nicholas craven - 1st time around كلمات أغنية

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[verse 1: boldy james]
free all my n_____ in the [?] from hoopin’
who blew trial for them shootin’s
my prison pals who be catchin’ pops off the interval
don’t do no boostin’
rollin’ up while the samba loopin’
spot look like house party 3, but, this ain’t no kid n’ [?]
business is silent in stoop, we had [?] and guts
i’m [ian dutch?] on the view ‘fore he did that twenty plus
i’m [?] passin’ out our number to the clucks
handin’ out free sample packs, if you like this sh_t, hit me up
ain’t stoopin’ to your level, too busy ball_roomin’
bike_lanin’, on a zoom call, i took the call zoomin’
tryna chase that pape’ down, did twenty plus on a breakdance
opened up a new spot across the street from skate land
racked up like eight_grand, strapped like a spray can
trap like i’m ray_bans, rap like i can’t dance
i can’t stand when these n_____ cap like they ain’t fans
really be out here fakin’ jack, so, jack really a made_man

[chorus: boldy james]
take you back to the trap house duckin’ a raid van
never had a paper route or no lemonade stand
i put a chokehold on a brick, cookie_shade grams
count, smoke, crink and pour the drink up with the same hand
press up a cd, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no blank disc
spin up a eighth_y and a ap with the same wrist
wipe ’em down, the first time around they had to change clips
the pushers paid double, they sick i came trips
[verse 2: boldy james]
whole lot of gang sh_t, thousand_grams of gray sh_t
this not no edible arrangement
can’t get too acquainted, way too much criminal engagement
ain’t gon’ get you sh_t but a federal arraignment
i’m not a stranger to this game, i’m just a gamer
live from the manger, could’ve been locked up for the remainder
smilin’ in the face of danger, loadin’ chops in the [?]
head high, chin up, chest out, throwin’ rocks at the prison
do the same thing to you that they just did to you
know who, but, that’s between me and you
you ain’t no shooter, you’s a sm_t
never change scenes for the view, this photo might not be for you
hunnid shots’ll leave you swimmin’ in a pool of you_know_what
had way too much time on my hands for me to ever think out loud
i had to catch up with my crowd, i always been my own man
movin’ dust on the 6, new gucci scuffs on the kicks
used to be cuts on my wrists
now it’s a fully blown band

[chorus: boldy james]
take you back to the trap house duckin’ a raid van
never had a paper route or no lemonade stand
i put a chokehold on a brick, cookie_shade grams
count, smoke, crink and pour the drink up with the same hand
press up a cd, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no blank disc
spin up a eighth_y and a ap with the same wrist
wipe ’em down, the first time around they had to change clips
the pushers paid double, they sick i came trips

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