boldy james - pitch the ball (freestyle) lyrics
[intro]
uh, uh, boldy chapelle
you know, pr+nounce it how you does
chapel, chapelle, whatever
6 mile, uh
with my schoolcraft mans, what up? uh
we mob in the d, uh
yup
[verse]
young chapelle out of detroit city, drug capital
me personally, i love this republican sh+t
we the reason why them drugs on your strip
we ain’t the reason why the [cut on the snake ?]
and napoleon got my mugs and my prints
but i ain’t scoped on them scenes and i don’t touch naything
my hands is clean, the sand supreme
new gans is green, i’m linked with a [managed breed ?]
i’m a handsome ting, but don’t lеt my looks or the age trick you
i’m on my block, standin’ still ’cause i got a pistol
you think you gеttin’ ’em, i got n+ggas to get you
all of y’all big dudes that’s so+called rich, cool it
one of my big dawgs just got the ball pitched to him
for real, johnson been made since the french enlightenment
we was in diapers, now benny the millennium crisis
to [nino ?] n+ggas who seein’ meals and enterprisin’
who live in excitement, all that shinin’ gon’ get him indicted
to them gods i repent as i write this
but i feel it’s my duty to separate all the men from the mices
who been bold with no squealing tendencies
relentlessly, i never reveal identities of them crime bosses
that thin line, i never crossed it
’cause that’ll get me bledded by my own fam’
i’ve been sacked on a narcotics blitz
my mouth zipped, i never politic
i got myself in this, i’ma get out of it
but this life, ain’t no way out of this
me and my conglomerates started as novices
[?] sa moderate, now we some scholars
just tryin’ hard not to let that stack of dollars tip
my game like my mag’, every day i polish it
never ever made the honors list
but every day, me and my flock, we skip, chillin’ on the block with fl!cks
when we scoped the cops, we dipped, loyalty, no betrayal
until we kick the can, me and the fam’ promised it
no games, you put money before dames, and for the most thing
you get money, you don’t change, we real and play it out
[?] used to tell me, “we brought you in this world, we’ll take you out”
you choose to pave your route on life, this similar
to when you play around with dice and the shooter hit you
pay him out the price, but if he cr+p, you collect
it’s on you to aim that mag’ and spark
the first rule i was taught, you can’t have a heart with a drop of love in it
your own brother break rules, you pop a slug in him
gotta blood venomous snakes because they poisonous
you dudes could flood them other states but detroit is us
i’ma work the whole mitten and [rabbit ?]
bold print is a classic, cold as them temps in alaska
they shed two hundred gambos of [?] in nebraska
i helped ’em weight it up, simple and plain as f+ck
this drug game is cuffed, this a real+life mafia tale
i know about everybody that sell, well, maybe not them workers
all my n+ggas behind them curtains who ain’t out to gleam
they probably can’t spell or read but they can count the cream
from belly to scarface, them ain’t naything but movies
i’m linked with them real drug n+ggas, truly
it’s so real, i toted my toolie when i attended coolie
you f+cking moolies gon’ have to do more than shoot me to move me
i got a thousand n+ggas just like me
all [?] and gators but it’s [both this ?] and nikes
all [?] and gators but it’s [both this ?] and mikey’s, oh
you so macho, then try me, i might be young but i’m headstrong
i’ma get life right or dead wrong, this was all meant to be
[chorus]
we mob in the d, it’s hard in them streets
me and my dawgs in the deep while y’all gettin’ sleep
boldy gotta revolve in the [?] that god sent for me is raw sniffin’ weed
one day, i’ma get the ball pitched to me
we mob in the d, it’s hard in them streets
me and my dawgs in the deep while y’all gettin’ sleep
boldy gotta revolve in the [?] that god sent for me is raw sniffin’ weed
one day, i’ma get the ball pitched to me
[outro]
yeah
6 mile
yeah, uh
detroit, great lake, michigan state, uh
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