Dinavolino - The Alchemist, BOLDY JAMES, The Cool Kids

Out the milk crate back up in my rhyme book

Walking back up in the school asking niggas how my eyes look

It was just me and my brush

Keep it wavy baby boy, I ain’t playing with them toys

You can hear it in my voice bruv

You need to get your coins up

Should’ve made some better choices

Now you need to make an appointment

The point spread is too high to cover that line

You ain’t playing with house money, they’ll be in your house for me

Nah homie, the sink in the couch only

And we gon' confiscate the artwork

Shock you real quick, make your heart work

I don’t even care if it’s a sawbuck I need to pick it all up

Back to twirling pasta like a real mobster

Mazda MPV slide the doors off

leathers all weather in them pockets

Rocking beef and brats, keepin' knots in socks

I’m on the road not taken where it’s less traveled

These niggas know who’s not fake and I don’t juts babble

Rotating picking up from fellowship chapel

Selling blows out of vacant, bagging up my next satchel

Paint flipping on the Caprice, everfresh Snapple

Looked out for niggas in need when I didn’t have to

Kept it discreet, shit was less hassle

But when they try to violate your street, don’t let 'em trespass you

Ever been in a gun fight to the death battle?

When niggas playing both sides trying to fence straddle

knight to free my rook, send my bitch at you

Push a pawn to move my queen then I left castle

Anything with Michigan plates, they gon' red flag you

Never answer none of the questions the detect' ask you

Who all gon' really keep it G when them feds snatch you

We need a Slick and Big Meech BMF statue

I been on your, burnt out on your bitch

I know some niggas off of, got the shit on key lock

Jugging, remixing that trapping with that G lock

Serving J’s in the hood like we grew up off of D-block

Catching slapping on

Double was thinking 'bout moving back to Ohio

I know some niggas Cinco de Mayo

Whipping up with that it ain’t no cap in my bio

Trying to see how many pallets I can stack on this high-low

I really came up with

Clip full of rhinos in my Rico

My niecey know Uncle Boldy keep that 40 like a wino

Used to petal them black mags on my dino

Now we rocking exclusive Bape shit with baby Milo

I make decisions, niggas got to listen

I come from no pot to piss in

We could build a bridge or build a dam

A hundred twenty messages and texts from my Mexican connect

It’s gon' be a second 'fore this shipment lands

A bottle of that

Niggas get locked then phone a friend

'Cause you know we all going through change like homeless hands

At the Soho Grand meeting my lawyer for lamb

He said we switch up the scam, they cannot foil the plan

It’s getting warm outside, weather switching, the trees growing back with leaves

My body sense the money in the breeze

I fell in and lost it

Them Valantino Garavani shoes made spend a soft six

They said the devil bring the summer back crazy

Firm shit, AZ, everybody crazy bro

Somebody gon' get shot, get robbed

Get dumped, get done, get popped

Make the money then talk