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Bird Box, Pt. 2
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Boldy James
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f**k a bird box, got a box of birds Pull up on the third block, pumpin' roxies undeferred I got thirty-somethin' shots in this Glock, do not disturb Heard he wanna run with Blocks, he must got a lot of nerve Slidin' with this mop, icy as a berg Made a left off of Vermont, called up pop, I gotta serve Deuce of [?] all in my pop, lately I been on the verge Grew up beefin' with my opps, like the Rockets and the Spurs 5.56s get dispersed, from the projects to the 'burbs Have my killers from New Jers' run your pockets, n***as cursed While I'm breakin' down a chirp, somewhere lockin' up a bird I put in a lot of work, finally got what I deserve Foreigns parked all on the curb, two jail calls I gotta merge Auntie workin' on my nerves, she just called with ninety Percs Thirty blues and sixty Norcs, hundred oranges, six of purp Unk, he keep comin' up short, he still owe me from the first I wish [?] was here to tell 'em out his mouth, in his own words All the Tech that we were sellin', all the ounces we done served All the pots that we done stirred, run the route, then bust a swerve Wintertime chinchilla furs, now I'm coppin' his and her's Plugged in like a power surge, [?] Fifty guap, we finna purge, up this Glock and sh*t a turd When I saw my first rock, I was on the block, was scurred All these different color pills, sh*t look like a box of Nerds When they killed my brother [?], had me at a loss for words I got killers comin' home, all that time that they done served Homeboy cappin' like he him, sh*t, but that's not what I heard Every time I sleep, that pistol by my side That b*t*h bring me peace of mind Know how to read between the lines And I don't know why you even try Mama tried to tell me that ain't my dawg I don't know how I ain't see the signs Don't believe what they speakin' in they rhymes Auntie been geekin' 'bout a dime b*t*h, my block like Columbine, every day you hear n***as dyin' They took your man? You better slide And get on get-back for your guys My mama say, "It's a cold world", I'm in the trap with a li'l girl I been cookin' dope since three this mornin' I ain't have this sh*t, I'd prob'ly earl They say, "Broke can't lead the broke" Y'all know blind can't lead the blind That's the first thing that I think e'rytime BK come in my mind I don't wanna talk, it get declined On the Percs to ease my nerves In the kitchen, I seen it first Just call my line when you need the work Papi ain't never had no job; I never seen the need to work I serve Anita every first; Fat lick, he look like Gerald Levert Robert Reed gone bad, n***a did all kinda sh*t You gotta hurry up n***a, good time you're takin' Twelve blitz the trap, they tryna find the chickens Keep your f**kin' mouth shut and mind your business You see Papi at the stove, he handlin' his business I up the Glick and turn a n***a to a victim They like, "Aw sh*t, now he buggin' and he trippin'" Percocet pills got a young n***a itchin' I'll walk in this b*t*h like Bobby Murcer I drive the Audi myself, I don't need a chauffeur My b*t*h trippin' 'bout a b*t*h, I don't even know her We know that's not your foreign n***a, that's a loaner All by myself, Papi a loner; Unk knockin' 4:45 in the mornin' I'm in the trap feelin' like this b*t*h haunted This a big-ass Backwood, not a fronto I'll walk in this b*t*h with bussdown Buffs Bust a n***a in his sh*t for actin' tough Horsepower'll leave a n***a in the dust Four-five leave a n***a in the trunk These n***as move like they voted for Trump I walk in this b*t*h like the top one Hit my n***a Boldy like, "We got one" Not the two or three, b*t*h, we the ones Real Rx
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