[Intro: Boldy James]
Two-way, deuce, siete (The biggest creature)
Where we at? (Blockworks)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Came from hit sticks in them pissy hallways (Grrah)
In the field where it's tricky ball play (Yeah)
And that's off the rip, get caught with this shit, they gon' give me all day (Dead gang)
Know we move bricks of hard and that raw, them movie clips be off safe (It's on)
But ain't no disregard for the law, we shoot them blicks in broad day (Ayy)
But ain't no cap, where they do that? Nah, this ain't that at all, gang
Know we don't lack nor do we act, paid that shit back to Broadway
Six hundred racks on my way back, whole 'nothеr frequency (Whole 'nothеr type of time), told the plug to sprinkle me, this new shit got me feelin' like swordplay (Skrrt)
On the rooftop with the gargoyles, hit the woo-wop with the Shar Pei
Whippin' Tupac, say you want it hardboiled, mix the re-rock with the sauté
Ayy, I still get the bag and I breakdance it (Yeah)
Weigh the work wet while it's damp, wanna be a champ, gotta take chances (Uh)
Can't stand when n***as high-siding, sidelining, point-shaving
Feds tryna give me RICO time 'cause I done seen more nines than a fourth-grader (Uh)
Sold more bricks than a contractor, sent more hits than a linebacker (Yeah), had me down bad, now them bitches gotta give my bond back from all them court cases

[Chorus: Boldy James]
(Gang, gang, gang)
Now we off to the horse races (Uh)
Panoramic Forgiatos on the Panamera got the Porsche skating (Skrrt)
I mix Dior with the Palm Angels (Uh-huh)
Count out three hundred in small faces
I got it covered from all bases (What else?)
Gang, I got it covered from all angles (Blocks)
My denim Balmain, my shirt Helmut Lang, got three or four chains and they all tangled (Gang, gang, gang)
I got it covered from all angles
I just hit a stain, pulled a David Blaine, got this shit coming from all angles
Let's get it
Bo Jackson
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[Verse 2: Boldy James]
It's Mr. Trapezali, jam a thirty in the AM on consignment
Got them grand courts in the French court, we went hand-in-hand, front-lining
Was filling big orders, first-stringer, been an all-pro since Mrs. Porter (You know)
First took me in, coach put me in the game, n***a never been a benchwarmer (Let's get it)
Bully boys, type of n***as used to pick on you at the pep rally
Spankin' n***as ain't gangin' with us, put that switch on you like your stepdaddy (Grrah)
Tee me up, they tryna parlay me, I can't let these n***as Scarface me (Mafia)
Came up off the blacktop, real Concreature, I'm a tar baby (Yeah)
Stir the pot 'til my wrist broke, big strig on me, kept a blick close (Buh)
Cuzzo showed me how to mix blow, Uncle Keith taught me how to whip dope
Tether-boxing on Zoom court, I've been havin' a cook-up with two forks
In between jobs on the Eastside, tryna turn the hood into a foodcourt (Ayy)
Swear the bag couldn't have came sooner, thug-lifing with the gang rulers
I was on the corner, look for them boys, jumped the porch, they some late bloomers
Catchin' pops at the Citgo, finna burn a block with this petrol (Pa)
Slap-boxin' on my Metro, tryna turn the spot into a Petco (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Boldy James]
(Gang, gang, gang)
Now we off to the horse races (Uh)
Panoramic Forgiatos on the Panamera got the Porsche skating (Yeah, skrrt, gang, gang)
I mix Dior with the Palm Angels (Uh-huh)
Count out three hundred in small faces
I got it covered from all bases (What else?)
Gang (Yeah), I got it covered from all angles (Blocks)
My denim Balmain, my shirt Helmut Lang, got three or four chains and they all tangled (Gang, gang, gang)
I got it covered from all angles (Ayy)
I just hit a stain, pulled a David Blaine, got this shit coming from all angles
Let's get it
[Outro: Boldy James]
Y'all always hittin' the brakes, I'm, like, notorious in the ghetto for beatin' the hook behind the wheel, you know?
That's what I'm sayin', like, when we was kickin' it yesterday, that's why they gon' tell you what they tell you because I really pulled it off
They know that they got behind me
Yeah, I was dirty so I had to shoot my move