You Know - BOLDY JAMES

Alan the Chemist

Concreatures

Boldy Bricks, yeah

When them birds flying high in the sky

You know how I’m feelin' already

And I don’t wanna kick it cause ya’ll niggas petty

And if that’s ballin' I’m in L.A. with Jefe

On that Mac Mall shit cause I’m all about my fetti

Yes yes, UPS’ll send 'em next day

Overnight, Fed Ex, express, ese

Never been a coward or a pussy in these streets

And I put that on a G like a thousand word essay

Bricks on consignment, dirty dishes in the sink

Finna cook another ki with this chopper and this SK

Pistol whippin, I do the fool in the kitchen

When I’m spinnin, and I only rock the Trues with the thick stitches

I ain’t the man but I damn sure know him

Got a fin fulla bands and my hand finna blow it

Like I grow it, if you gettin' money then show it

I talk it cause I live it, but you already know it

It’s Concreatures

I’m on my throwback

Bo Jack but you already know that

And it’s a known fact

That I sold crack and all my niggas don’t rap

We get the load back

Them bolds and?

we got them bitches on deck

They got my phone tapped

I ain’t goin' back, tell them bitches get the bozack

Niggas know that they better run that dough back

'Fore we hit your door with the calicos, no on smack

We smack niggas for fat living and dog

Check the shit out of bitch ass niggas tell 'em to fall back

We get points on the pack, and hit y’all wit' the sacks

And shake no weight, I’m sellin' all packs

I got the Master P hook up, recipe to cook up

In the middle of spring I bring fall back

For my dogs in them Bronco colors

Blue and orange on the yard doin' football numbers

I jumped off the porch and I took off runnin'

Had a long run, it’s been a long time comin'

When chances were slim to none I was the skinniest one but kept the biggest gun

In the hood I’m a boss cause I get it done

My niggas empty drums, pull up and pull off now that’s a hit and run

I’m on my throwback

Bo Jack but you already know that

And it’s a known fact

That I sold crack and all my niggas don’t rap

We get the load back

Them bolds and?

we got them bitches on deck

They got my phone tapped

I ain’t goin' back, tell them bitches get the bozack

Cause old habits, it’s hard for me to break those

We weigh packages whole, shake rattle and roll

I’m talkin' crate loads

Easy passin' through tolls, breakin' the border

Meetin' quotas, drinkin' glasses of rose

And Moet for Moses, diamonds in my gold link

Glowin' piece, goin' when I’m strikin' a pose

We finally famous but this the life that we chose

Gold wire, C frames with the ice on my nose

I’m on my throwback

Bo Jack but you already know that

And it’s a known fact

That I sold crack and all my niggas don’t rap

We get the load back

Them bolds and?

we got them bitches on deck

They got my phone tapped

I ain’t goin' back, tell them bitches get the bozack