Brick Van Exel - BOLDY JAMES

I’ll be the shark

Yeah

Came up on Stahelin down the street from Bren and Devin

10/11, ganged up with ConCreatures, 227

Niggas snitchin', who you tellin'?

Caught a body, move with Evan

Lost wallet, made me feel like I just fell right out of heaven

Raw baby always told me I was special

Taught me watch out for the double-crossin', don’t let 'em finesse you

Shortin' 'em fifty-six grams, I’ll catch you on the next two

Was rollin' for my uncle, now I front 'em to my nephew

Can’t fall, who gon' catch you?

Ain’t no runnin' to your rescue

Plug bless you, then you throw the phone away after he text you

Can’t stress to you enough, can’t fuck up if I connect you

In Detroit, the streets is multiple choice 'cause they gon' test you

Send a message and address you, chopper city in the ghetto

Skinny nigga with the freckles, Dr. Hyde, Mr. Jekyll

How much you wanna bet you never had to speak on Drexel

Splittin' a rex, I’ll whip it with the left, Nick Van Exel

Let’s get it

Gave it to Nick Van Exel who has thirty-six seconds.

Two-point game,

he only has to keep it on the floor.

Now he drives, that’s not gonna take it.

Van Exel will.

Seven to shoot.

Van Exel with the leap.

For the tie, you got it.

Time out, Sacramento.

Could this be better?

Could this be better?

An unbelievable game, unbelievable shot

Every time I met up with the plug felt like a setup

Little cuz facin' letters, I just told him keep his head up

Only thing that I could tell him, quarantinin' with the felons

Got out, got on, took it to Bowling Green where I could sell 'em

And triple up the profit while I feed 'em anesthetics

Big Creature like the relic, play with me and get beheaded

Unlawfully ever after to these streets, my bewedded

Spend that paper, spin the BM with this Drac', get him shredded

Touched down in Gainesville, booked a suite with her debit

Servin' all these pain pills, they look at me as a medic

Risk-takin' for this relish, bricks flakin' like the

Cook a ki then I sweat it, cookin' peas from Angela’s

Used to walk the dog, take it off the leash, then I pet it

Could’ve got us all jammed, but lucky he ain’t live to tell it

We dyin' in prison, the only thing a nigga dreadin'

Told him I was gon' kill him, he ain’t believe me when I said it

Let’s get it