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boldy james & real bad man - it factor lyrics

[intro: boldy james]
it’s the incredible, mr. incredible
where we at?
it’s the jackson
what else?

[verse 1: boldy james]
i’m from the block where n_ggas get spilled
barely got time, can never sit still (i ain’t got the time)
i mean i’m kind of like a big deal
these diamonds in my kit real (you know that)
the whipe i drive come with the fish gills
i mean i’m kind of like a big deal
for blocks n_ggas’ll get drilled
youngin gon spiderweb your windshield
i mean i’m kind of like a big deal (ayy)
then slide with this ten mil
i keep a rocket like i’m ismail
murder for hire, welcome to hitsville
signed to the streets lifetime contract (yeah)
lifetime probation with no police contacts
still broke every law under the sun under the wire tap
if being broke is a joke then y’all n_ggas wise cracks (haha)
sell anything that you can name just for financial gain
wasn’t too good at selling weed, went hand in hand with ‘caine
graduated the letter h chasing a letterhead
where all my youngins in the hood just tryna catch a shred
on that [?] road more adventurous than bill & ted
so many tools in the spizzy we could’ve built a shed
did everything out of my heart, not for no extra cred
and in return n_ggas snitching, you should’ve k!lled him dead
whoever thought that i slow must’ve been special ed
lucky we let him breath, just caught two set of keys
all that running off and finesse gon’ get you letter t’d
caught up in the blender but oh, what a tangled web we weave
[chorus: boldy james]
pull up big raptor, bag full of ritz crackers
n_ggas tryna steal my image but don’t got the it factor
not a a_list rapper but when it come to that a1 on the mix master
n_ggas want my spot, don’t got the it factor
foreign whip crasher, i’m the black ghetto mick jagger
brick smasher, n_ggas want my shine, don’t got the it factor
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since a lil n_gga i had the it factor

[verse 2: el_p]
ayy
2020 made [?] tax and commission left six
told my mom to just [?] a 2 to v6
the cayenne s in two_four, i hit a six_oh in a jiff
got the baggage to p_ss on the rich and money mean zip
born cattle shuffle on, the cattle prod is a god
my hand a pentapus with one tentacle raised to the law
you graze on anything they give you which is nothing at all
i almost quit because of how much i’m not f_ckin’ with y’all
you see these students in streets, it means that the jig is on fritz
you tryna put on the ritz, they putting cuffs on their wrist
me and most minds don’t align, i don’t take kind to no swine
my stomach twistin’ any f_ck who thinking all will be fine
it’s not a glitch, it is a feature that i’m always on zone
you call me “underrated” again and i’m diggin’ a hole
i’m in a scramble suit, i’m not someone that you could just know
can’t be explained by all that research you had done on your own
i got it
[chorus: boldy james]
pull up big raptor, bag full of ritz crackers
n_ggas tryna steal my image but don’t got the it factor
not a a_list rapper but when it come to that a1 on the mix master
n_ggas want my spot, don’t got the it factor
foreign whip crasher, i’m the black ghetto mick jagger
brick smasher, n_ggas want my shine, don’t got the it factor
designer drip mix matcher
equipped with thirty shots extended clip packer
since a young n_gga i had the it factor

- boldy james real bad man

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