[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
Hahaha
Boldy, that's how you comin', my n***a?
Stay real authentic, D boy shit, man, you know?
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Can't recall what became
When that shit lame got paid to take the fall
Can't mention Boldy name for clout without getting my gang involved
Bird bath and stashin' all the pape' hid in the basement
In this [?] damn near three weeks straight, was barely changin' drawers
Yeah, every blue moon, tuck a two-eighty ball
My hoes, they hit me back, walked out the room, I gotta take these calls
Couple points on them joints, I can't complain at all
Real D boy from Detroit, came up on Ye and Doll
Probably should hang it up before them bitches frame us all
Nah, n***as ain't gang with us if we ain't felt no pain with y'all
Last grade completed was the eighth, but now it's cakes and all
Always been misunderstood, but I was good at breakin' laws
Pool sharkin', got more [?] than Casey Hall
I shoot 'em out the way every time that Spartan's played the part
Robbin' Peter to pay Paul for eighteen circles, that's a game of golf
Two bricks in my shirt, just tryna play it off, what else?

[Chorus: Boldy James]
These bitches too possessed
They always put a five on it, been the truth and stretched it
Legend of Zelda, just met a new connection
Cut a few n***as out the circle, made a few corrections
Brick of Matilda, four-five sets with field day
Yves Saint Laurents down in Vermont, I was the new Margiela
All of these n***as snitchin', shit, I'm like, "Who you tellin'?"
'Cause one-eight-seven too [?] stingy, two-two-seven
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Ayy, when we was trappin', had to make it fun
Who can move they sack the fastest? Last one make the Coney runs
Talkin' shit, won't fly, can't go for none, you gotta show me some'
Police chase me, that shit hurt, I had to throw my only gun
No refunds once you walk out the trap, but that shit jumpin' back
Dracos ain't gon' let me down, I shake your hand, you gon' run from that
Twelfth birthday, my pops gave me a stack and that shit smelt like crack
Before God gave me all these dreams to rap, I dreamed of scorpion stamps
Me and brodie knew if they pulled over the Chevy
It's distribution, can't we say we usin', this bag we got too heavy
Fiend called the phone and got eight dollars, but he want a dime, shit petty
I don't turn it down, watch me lock in and stack it all the way to a Presi', n***a
You feel me?

[Chorus: Boldy James]
These bitches too possessed
They always put a five on it, been the truth and stretched it
Legend of Zelda, just met a new connection
Cut a few n***as out the circle, made a few corrections
Brick of Matilda, four-five sets with field day
Yves Saint Laurents down in Vermont, I was the new Margiela
All of these n***as snitchin', shit, I'm like, "Who you tellin'?"
'Cause one-eight-seven too [?] stingy, two-two-seven