Polansky - The Cool Kids, The Alchemist, BOLDY JAMES

I’m locked in, the pot bubbling, I’m back in trouble again

My uncle with the gray stubble on his chin

Mixing up that pot tryna triple up his yen

Triple up the speed then he did the dividends

I’m out front in a double Benz

Blending in, all black tint, keeping it dim

Eyes checking for the rear view

Boldy hit my phone like, «Short, what’s on the menu?»

Did Mikey bring that ten through?

Plug hit me back, «You get that box that I just sent through?»

Spot right off of Kendall, serving out the side window

On the block, late at night, pitching dimes of that brindle

Niggas' pops getting swiped, niggas' lines getting swindled

It’s Butter Baby, got the trap spot stocked as hell

Keef worth a residue on the floor if you mop it well

I’m rocking vintage Lagerfeld, it ain’t hard to tell

Me and Asriel want all the blues like I’m Gargamel

Gotta show me the bag before we start the deal

Run them blue strips through the counter, it’s doing cartwheels

Down with the cartel from Harlow to Archdale

I’m Marlo, I’m Stanfield, I’m Avon, I’m Barksdale

On Hartwell with them

jar sale

Double R, with the new car smell, looking like a Starfield