[Intro: Boldy James]
With no yeast, so street, a n***a everything he seeming to be
BoldyBlocks/BlockWorks, where we at?

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Scurvy n***a from Detroit, made it big off the lo-fi
I came from making pallets on the floor, but now we multi
Tied in, like a bow tie, out of work, call me Hawkeye
What do you call a pig that don't fly straight, fuckin' horse eye
Frenchy Montana, dropping more glass than Wassack
All this money, I be staring at it, got me cross-eyed
Don't get caught in the crosshairs, them blocks'll get you hog-tied (Blocks)
Don't piss me off or you get chalked the same way that your boss died
Thеse n***as, they just talk slack, behind thе line of scrimmage, get caught off sides
Don't make me click the switch, you know we ill-advised
Cleaning out my closet, full of choppers, ain't got shit to hide
Skeleton AP bus with baguette, priced at four-sixty-five
One n***a sent for me, who took the hit, he should've quit his job
We cooked the beef, and grilled him with the stick, now he a shish kebab
'Bout an hour from Chesapeake, somewhere remixing pies
By the powers in vest in me, now you may kiss the bride
365-25-8 with triple OT
Don't need a GPS, the route, I got it memorized
All I need in this world of sin is a 36
A dirty stick, and a base rental from Enterprise
Sippin' this Red Bull on the road, shit got me energized
Way I touched down at the goalpost was just a gift from God
Brainwashed by the money, shit got me hypnotized
My only problem is which watch I'ma wear, and which whip to drive
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, my shit bold guitar, Dolce overalls
Break it down to eighths, you know the protocol, you know what stove involved
Banana drums had you runnin' dark and flippin', trippin'
I see one n***a hop a Porsche like Blake Griffin
My shooter stay sniffin', my yay different, he lift his face from the plate
Thought it was Christmas, over thousand dollar dishes, wishin'
In Honolulu, Dior daddy shorts, lookin' new-new
But never call me Nunu if I never knew you
Got twin bitches with fake titties blowin' my dice at the Caesars
Them stones too cloudy, lil' n***a, them ain't GIA
My wrist dancin' like Sammy Davis
Mesa Cassoon on Pappy Mason

[Verse 3: Curren$y]
When push come to shove, that's brass knuckles underneath the glove
Pushed an envelope to the judge
Less than a quarter million on that, stubborn bitch won't budge
We knew what it was before they shooters even pulled up
The whole situation reeked of some n***as hatin'
Where did you get your street education, what have your OG's done?
How many blocks did they run? You way too old for n***as to send you on missions
Like they sons, my nappy dread, thoroughbreds, and a six-hun'
Cops pulled it over lookin' for guns
But this the money car, so they can't link us up, no RICO law
We eatin' over here, we spillin' Pico sauce
Drippin' on the Gucci tablecloth, she landed and came to my palace
And she took it off, she said the scent of my candles—
Had her dazzled, and then she felt compelled to pull a scandal off
But they could only call it that if we get caught, baby
You dealin' with a boss, we do our dirt and get lost
Billy Valentine, these record labels, Mortimer and Randolph
Trading Places, exchangin' some blues for all my old faces
Changin' safes is a smart way, maintain that paper
In many different ways, Andretti sharp as a laser