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Hidden in Plain Sight

de Boldy James

The bags was twelve-twelve sized
Six-by-eight feet, that was my jail cell size
Hell Rell, let twelve shells fly (Brrt)
We know you pussy, look how you move, that's a tell-tale sign
It do not make any sense (Uh-huh) how you online
Speakin' on mines but when them niggas smoked your peoples
You ain't even tried to spin? You did not make an attempt
So that tough shit online do not make us convinced
Or concerned, nigga, trust me, shots spray if I'm tense
Nigga tried to run in the crib, got shot breakin' the fence (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Rob who? You not takin' a cent (What you takin', nigga?)
In the trenches, used to be in the spot with a
Half a block in the pot, takin' a rinse (Whip, whip)
Stove was broke, I used a hot plate when I whipped (Whip, whip)
Now I'm killin' these shows, I rock stages and dip (Ah)
Did it my way and I'm rich nigga (Hahaha)
Machine

Conway, I love you too

Pull up with the stick (Hah), used to move bricks
To get a house made of brick (What up?), ignorant nigga
I read Malcolm but I still fell in love with the strip (Fell in love)
Fast money, dope line, nine with the clip (Facts)
Bubble coupe, pretty chick, beamin' with the killers (Err)
The fast line, slow down, niggas get you hit (Slow down)
We can shoot the fade with the razor blade (What up?)
Made man made a way (Made man), fuck nigga, fade away (Fuck nigga)
I'm just tryna get to the bread, tuck eight away (Tuck it away)
Maybe nine away, cheese like Monterey (Hah)
I'm playin' Conway, watchin' Jimmy Conway (Yeah)
Goodfellas shit, always did things the don way
Uncle Paulie with a darker tone
Ballin' like Wilson, in the park alone (Park alone)
But no more negative shit (Uh-uh)
Just gettin' money, gettin' money, yeah, repetitive shit
Ghost

Tarrin' up the wrong backs (Skrrt), sparrin' in my own match (Yeah)
Merely just a trap star, starrin' in my own track (Ayy)
Never caught a bad break, vow to never break bad (Blocks)
Fast break, bleed a nigga strip like some brake pads (What else?)
Ran up a fat check, movin' out with them blue jeans (Yeah)
Knew the route like a routine, never needed a MapQuest (Uh-huh)
Tomb raider, left two-fifty wet dry on the newspaper (Uh)
Two razors sittin' on the plate next to the food safe (Where we at?)
Blue bucksin' with the klan, whole crew clutchin' (Yeah)
Hoppin' out the van with three Ks, we be Klu Kluxin' (Grrah)
Bake them cakes as fast as I can, I'm the muffin man (Uh-huh)
Black boxes on all of the Glocks, welcome to Buttonland (Grrt)
He's just sayin' some shit that sound cool
Dropped out of coolie high, graduated from crime school (Ayy)
With honors, worth a couple of commas (Uh-huh)
Just another big fish in a small pond full of piranhas
What else?

I should have begged her one more time to stay
But I didn't think she had the nerve to walk away
Nobody knows how I really need her
Nobody knows how I would just like to see her

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