Ain't Nothing - BOLDY JAMES, Willie the Kid, Bronze Nazareth

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Hill Block Original

Yeah

Two two seven

Sig Sauer boys

It’s Boldy Blocks

Uh huh, drug zone seven, six, neighbor gang

Don’t go to the playground

ConCreatures

Wiseman

Bronze

Willie the Kid

I’m from Detroit so I represent

For my ConCreatures

We’re a force to be reckoned with

Come up shorter than a midget

On his knees

No weave, but the 40 got extensions

Long as them pigeon toed project bitches with the bowed legs who old men is

locked up in prison

Or he either got laid out

Who sell dope, do hair, and babysit out of the same house

So the police don’t know when to raid

O.T.

on the low, keep getting paid

In full

Plus she got crazy pull

She know every drug lord in the whole entire neighborhood

Bitch touching real chips

Quick to let me know if it’s straight up

Or some stepped on bullshit

My full metal jacket

I’m Mr. Goodwrench

Let’s get ratchet, but don’t forget the good sense

So I pull up in the beamer right

Fresh off my flight on a rainy night

Had the Agassi’s on

It’s sirens

Blue and red lights at the nightclub

It’s drizzling

Welcome back to Michigan

Cherie, she running up

Tapped my window

I had my little brother with me

Looking like she’s crying when I rolled it down

She simply

Told me Little Jay from around the way

Got into it in the club, with some niggas

Over nothing

Started busting

Fucking up packs

He used to do that

A fool as nigga

Talking too much

Switching up cliques

I mean it figures

Little niggas pulling out guns

What you said on the Facebook?

Proud to be a crook where I’m from

Shit it’s never fair

Shake or be shook

Put a rose on your grave

Or some cash on your books

I’d rather get fly

Count money with a bitch

She get high

While I sip the Remy

Weed smoke in the sky

I tapped my brother like

'See Cherie talking about your man

Lil niggas got it fucked up

It’s real, but understand

All it takes is one bullet

Weak niggas scared enough to pull it

Don’t be somewhere, you probably shouldn’t.'

It’s real

The land of the brave

The home of the gritty

Ain’t nothing fair when you’re living in the city

Willie the Kid nigga

Boldy James

Two Two Seven

ConCreatures

The Embassy

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