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de Boldy James

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It's Boldface James
Chemist
227
Yeah
Nigga, just give me a reason

They say it never rains in Southern California
But when you from a state where it's always snowin'
You tend to not believe the things that people tell you
Shit that I done seen, please, believe they gon' fail you
In your time of dire needs, street dreams they gon' sell you
Take you to a place where can't nobody gon' help you
Or run to your rescue, I give respect where it's due
You, you only gon' do what I let you
Nigga don't let me catch you with this Drew Bledsoe
And I look at you reaching for a gun you can't get to
Beat you to the stash, it don't matter what he grab
When I flash, you can have drum on your pistol or
A pack of machines stuffed full of SCUD missiles
With extended magazines, niggas gon' get they issue
By any means, shit, we more than official
Put you out of your misery, have a morgue in it with you

Who do you believe in? (Me or them?)
'Cause looks can be deceivin' (So think again)
And I done been deceived
So it's a lot of things that don't sit right with me so be easy (Cool, my dude)
Who do you believe in? (Them or me?)
'Cause looks can be deceivin' (When you me)
And by the looks of things, this shit ain't what it seems
Nigga, just give me a reason

Bullets holes in my mama whip, seven chrome in my mama couch
Watchin' the way I'm walkin' before they run in my mama house
Baby bro with the problems, I promise he'll never talk it out
Grammar school I drew on the lines, was born to chalk 'em out
5-0s from the G-Unit in the raid van, but I seen through it
Got a deuce-five in the Skate House, that was tenth grade back in '09
Got a four-five soon as Nitty died, on the North side banging sixty-five
I don't give passes, back-back and shit-bag, I'm shit-drastic
Piss-poor so I skip classes, still got on them Jays though
No problem, nigga, I'll pop a nigga to get the shit that he paid for
Brown bandana sittin' on my face, I'm a Yannc, ho
Got a black bitch from Bompton down to spank hoes
Never hit the court room stand with that Drake flow
Tryna get that Drake dough, living where he started at
Eight ain't got no hammer, just blam 'em, ain't gotta cock it back
Boy

Who do you believe in? (Me or them?)
'Cause looks can be deceivin' (So think again)
And I done been deceived
So it's a lot of things that don't sit right with me so be easy (Cool, my dude)
Who do you believe in? (Them or me?)
'Cause looks can be deceivin' (When you me)
And by the looks of things, this shit ain't what it seems
Nigga, just give me a reason

After the first time, it's pretty much a piece of cake
So if you ain't 'bout this life, you probably can't relate to it
If you were silver-spoon-fed back in '88
I had to eat with my hands out of paper plates
Made my great escape, Satan's greatest trick
Was convincin' the world that he didn't exist
So meet the man, not the myth
The devil in the flesh, Hell block, Drug Zone 76
Detroit, Michigan, we the new Bangladesh
The source and the fear, I need a new weigh connect (Trey-six)
To give 'em to me for the two-way, if best
And, of course, that depends on if you make it back
In [?] have you ever perhaps
Been in a trap so hot that you couldn't relax?
Sweatin' bullets, hundred shots in a TEC
Got a crook in my neck and it ain't no lookin' back

Who do you believe in? (Me or them?)
'Cause looks can be deceivin' (So think again)
And I done been deceived
So it's a lot of things that don't sit right with me so be easy (Cool, my dude)
Who do you believe in? (Them or me?)
'Cause looks can be deceivin' (When you me)
And by the looks of things, this shit ain't what it seems
Nigga, just give me a reason

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