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boldy james & harry fraud - overboard lyrics

[intro]
where we at with it, h?
jack god
mafia, what else?

[verse 1]
i’m done playin’, everything i couldn’t, now my son can
loso got one arm, can count a milli’ up on one hand
my one mans taught me how to give a brick a sun tan
remember me and poppy, we was grittin’ out that sundance
from the free+throw line, can hop a split into a jumpman
thinkin’ ’bout the time i tried to empty and my clip jammed
dwellin’ on my life, they left me drownin’ in that quicksand
rottin’ on the rock without no money on my wristband
i owe you, it’s only us, my crew too unapproachable
n+ggas never felt no pain with us, they too emotional
ever since i came into this game, i gave ’em quotables
poured up off a deuce, high as h+ll in this vocal booth
you never put no pain in for the gang, it been long overdue
listening to gue give me the chills ’cause i know it’s true
only two n+ggas in the city really set the tone
227 concrete creatures, you know that’s etched in stone
what else?

[chorus]
for every action is a reaction
strung out on this bag music got me relapsin’
yeah, know we on that, no catchin’ me lackin’
brodie givin’ n+ggas hashtags and “r.i.p.” captions
for every action is a reaction
don’t make me overreact, we take sh+t overboard
real h+llblock drug zone overlord
live action, you are now rockin’ with the jackson
let’s get it
[verse 2]
brand new aaron rodgers
stick big as bamboo, i shoot it quick as craig hodges
feds watching all my social apps, got my mobile tapped
swapped a hundred racks out in the parking lot of red robin
bag symbol on the hood but we still robbin’
poker+face joker, tell him, “welcome to the real gotham”
last n+gga tried to plot, we had to k!llshot him
ever seen three thousand roxycontins in the steering column?
i’m criss angel with them blocks of that sri lanka
i david copperfield my opps and disappear my problems
all the real n+ggas from my hood either in jail or dead
them ten08s the only books a n+gga ever read
new levels, new devils, boilin’ deviled eggs
spinnin’ like a tasmanian devil, kept a level head
leveled up, now these devils wanna level me
they rather see me shackled, wrist or ankle in the level three
what else?

- boldy james harry fraud lyrics

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