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boldy james & the alchemist - scrape the bowl lyrics

[intro]
benny the butcher, let’s get it

[hook: boldy james & benny the butcher]
from detroit to buffalo, we love to smuggle blow
soon as the pack landed i let a couple go
michigan back to new york keep burning up the pipe
we turning up at night, i just earned another stripe
90 east and 94 ducking the state patrol
i had to move safe and low ‘specially ’cause my face was known
free all my hitters in the clink just tryna make parole
i’ma still scr-pe the bowl til the day you make it home

[verse 1: boldy james]
we need a place to pick/pit ❓❓< get a brick, break it down hit a l!ck, take you down take a city, rape a town 80 [❓] in the ceiling, tell that b-tch don't make a sound 80's babies still in prison, wish that i could break him out stood up and he made us proud, told him when we make it out we ain't gon' have to risk our life no more, i found a safer route i just shot a [❓] he put me on a paper route now we on the road, 36 o's wrapped up in paper towels my witness didn't show up to court, the judge he had to wait in trial they say i got a morbid sense of humor but that made me smile shout out to my shooter, when he drill you that's a flagrant foul [❓] his appeal he taught me it might take a while [❓] just make sure that you make it count and when you get back out that b-tch, don't let these n-ggas take you out or trick you out the street again, these b-tches out here chasing clout make sure you double count it, give a f-ck how long it take to count [verse 2: benny the butcher] i channel my thoughts, dope in my scale, hand on my fork we hustlers prices double up when it land in new york wait, name a clique with a rep substantial as our's and the work so good all the fiends compare you to god dope shooters walk my block like it's the land of the lost i gave back to the ghetto, they never hand you awards, cool this for the homies that's dead ain't in the yard all the road trips to [❓] what got my stamina strong i got my b-tch putting animal on i got my first brick and copped cameras for the crib and the alarm two o's in the v like that canada squad magic in the pot like i whip grams with a wand, yeah this for the money, the hundreds left me the stash box we only touch in special occasions y'all not up 'cause y'all do it just to get famous the plug hit me back and i been destined for greatness [hook: boldy james & benny the butcher] from detroit to buffalo, we love to smuggle blow soon as the pack landed i let a couple go michigan back to new york keep burning up the pipe we turning up at night, i just earned another strike 90 east and 94 ducking the state patrol i had to move safe and low 'specially 'cause my face was known free all my hitters in the clink just tryna make parole i'ma still scr-pe the bowl til the day you make it home

- boldy james the alchemist lyrics

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