[Intro: Boldy James]
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What else?
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Mr. Bo Jackson got the coldest of the spin moves when I send blues
OT action, gotta pay attention to the street signs and the symbols
Upside-down peace signs stitched in the seats of the Benzo
Ducking dumb time on the east side with a six-three of that Brenda
No weak links in the chain, never leave the flame, can't be rekindled
No tiddlywinks, all [?] and [?] and I'm the missing link to that [?]
Known art of evils that men do to make this shit a lot morе simple
Red-dot a n***a like a Hindu, hеadshot'll kiss him in his temple
Singing n***as lullabies, choppa cuttin' slice like a Ginsu
Teaching n***as how to pimp a butterfly, not let a butterfly pimp you
Wrist a brick of blow fare, don't go nowhere without the yistol
Toast to the smoke, I gross the most end of the fiscal

[Chorus: Boldy James]
Stuck in the street, can't cut no corners, you can't cheat the grind
Full court, no scrimmages, it's only right to press
Jumped on the freeway from the port with twenty keys of shine
From Lower East to Michigan aboard 'em private jets
Hundred a week, can't take no shorts, no leavin' me behind
My trigger finger whisperin', "Just hold me tight and press"
Stuck in the street, can't cut no corners, you can't cheat the grind
Why n***as thinkin' that this shit was overnight success?
[Verse 2: Ransom]
Funny n***as speakin' out of turn, try standin' up and now they out of place (Hah)
Hungry n***as got a lot of nerve, five grand and up'll get you powder weight (Yes)
Lil' n***a copped about a eighth (What?), caught a body, he was out of state (Blatt)
Caught him lackin' with his stray hand, send a giant n***a right to outer space (Woo)
Spin move with the cross-over, Kyrie slidin' off a bat screen
No vaccine, two lost soldiers I tossed over in a bad dream (Ah)
Now they calling me a nightmare 'cause the right stare'll get your ass cleaned (Yeah)
Mama sayin', "They don't fight fair," not a soul know when you was last seen (Brrat)
You was tryna stay up out the way but it's no control of what your mouth will say
Spend a re-up on a used Rollie, got the time and date but you don't cop without the [day ?] (Haha)
Pulled over with a ounce of yay (Hah), damn, ayy, pull your skirt down
They gon' search now, caught a small charge, now the lil' homie go to church now (Damn)
A shotgun'll get you first down (Blatt), if you don't wanna bring a quarterback (Yes)
My n***as movin' on the first sound, goin' off size got us all a sack (Ah)
N***as wonder where the block went (Why?) but I'm the one that brought the corner back (Facts)
Yeah, a n***a rippin' Jersey off (Where?) all the way into the laundromat

[Outro: ElCamino]
Oh, oh (Oh)
I said the game is to be sold, not told
The game is to be sold, not told
The game is to be sold, not told
The game is to be sold, not told
The game is to be sold, not told
The game is to be sold, not told
The game is to be sold, not told
The game is to be—
I said the game is to be sold, not told