[Intro: Boldy James]
It's the mafia
Blockworks
227
Creature gang, let's get it

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Acquired taste for the finer things, the finer cuisine
While others do it online for the streams
Posting comments and memes
Love the sound when that money counter cha-ching
It's Concrete, you know the drama we bring
Me and Con the Machine embody the Mafia theme
What else? Now my Damier Lou' Vuitton and Supreme
Are you in Detroit, Motor City? I run DMC
These n***as better get down with the kings
Six mile runs from Sconey Island to Queens
They got me back on my Quran, on my din
A hundred pints of the clean
Poured up a three, remix the Sprite with codeine
Love how the light hit off the ice when it gleam
Before the shines and the bling
Was '96 Dame, Shawn, and Kareem
Shot Johnny around the corner from my Auntie Willene
Ladder in my double nine-M, Glock with the beam
He had 'em thinking he was him, but shit is not what it seems, it's Concrete
Who you know more streeter than me?
With no yeast, so street, a n***a everything he seeming to be
Read 'em and weep, we open shop and OT on a spree
It's Concreature Boldy Blocks, the king of the D
How she in love, still sleeping with me?
Two hundred fives, twenty fifties, ten hundreds, I was keeping it G
Now, who you know more streeter than me?
With no yeast, so street, a n***a everything he seeming to be
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Uh, that Gucci North Face intersecting like a figure eight
Homies in competition, bro, I ain't know that this was a race
I thought that we was in it for the cake
That's that gold trimming on these plates, these ain't microwave safe
Baby, conventional oven, still cook up the old way
Pen and pad my logo, and the barcode is on my weed bag
Packaging affect the prices, plus they calling anything zaza
That bullshit hype, and I'm a OG, bro, I smoke that chronic
I pull up something iconic, boy, I'm fine and sipping wine
In Napa Valley when I found it, hellbent on driving it
Heaven sent me to buy it
I keep money piling up and feeding all of my desires
She drowning in the fountain of flyness, I am the real
He tried to hide that bitch in him, it came out, gender reveal
Great white vers' seal
Tim Hardaway Air Raid Nikes, boy, I got them skills
That crossover could kill, carved out my lane and chilled
I make it to spen' it, like I was building rims
I'm from New Orleans where we all love Soulja Slim
My n***a Boldy just flew in from the Detroit lion's den
Sharp as ninja stars in these flying cars, me and him
Pieces on the wall cost a leg or arm, lose a limb
If you ain't bought no Rollies for your dogs, you ain't a boss at all
We on a jet, finna take off, we watching Charles in Charge
Collaboration like that Bape with KAWS, I'm rolling up them RAWs
[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, we keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
N***a, we smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
We had the c— we had the cold air going?
Shit just wasn't doing shit
I don't know
I don't hear it in the headphones, bro
I was never gon' hear that shit
You hear it?
Yup, I don't hear the beat, but I hear, I hear us
What all y'all got from the—
Should I have looked at that? Should I have made a play first?
What, you wanna eat first? It's gonna get cold otherwise
Yeah, put— put— just put it back on on the speaker, let me see what's happening
Yeah
Let me see what's happening over there, man
Why not? Why not?