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boldy james & cuns - god speed lyrics

[verse 1: boldy james]
in seven+six we be pressing sh+t, all my n+ggas is pressure+fit
duck the long arm of the law, that’s why we call it the catcher’s mitt
scouted by the feds at seventeen i was a predicate
full steam ahead, them red+wings you know we devilish
never wished jail or death on my worst enemy
‘less i’m the one that k!ll him or he go to jail for k!lling me
confederate, tell them sixties “miss me with the rhetoric”
ain’t never put no work in on your block you was discredited
n+ggas on the verge of being p+ssies they some lesbians
never spoke a word when they took me in for questioning
he was never really in the streets to begin with
and we ain’t really into sending tweets he sending messages
we can make a beef out of a life+time friendship
escort a n+gga to them pearlies get him exited
i f+ck around and get indicted for embezzlement
you just another lawsuit n+gga with a settlement
what else?
[chorus: boldy james]
i bleed the concrete
if i get caught with this nickel sh+t, that’s a five+piece
my g, i keep a timesheet
on h+ll block and mcnichols, them boys got bodies
up under they belts, play for keeps, going on crime sprees
three+thousand pills on the road with no time release
do not tweak, when they get behind me
cause i be moving at god speed

[verse 2: boldy james]
thirties in the bezel of my skydial
forties on my eyebrows, fifty+round drum on my thigh+yao
sixty on my wrist came from pumping ickies on the strip
seventy+thousand on my neck from running up the scripts
eighty gram large, ‘nother ninety coming from the hicks
five+fifty+six, stuff another hundred in the clip
thugging on the six, now we coasting off of i+10
sliding out to charlotte with a brick of barbra streisand
whipping straight drop, i beat that pot like your step+pops
bas+m+nt of the spot look like a chinese sweatshop
working the trade lines for my plug out in prescott
got troopers pulling up with k+9s at the rest stop

[chorus: boldy james]
i bleed the concrete
if i get caught with this nickel sh+t, that’s a five+piece
my g, i keep a timesheet
on h+ll block and mcnichols, them boys got bodies
up under they belts, play for keeps, going on crime sprees
three+thousand pills on the road with no time release
do not tweak, when they get behind me
cause i be moving at god speed

- boldy james cuns lyrics

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