Correction Lyrics Phone Bill by Boldy James

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Trynna tell you bruh this shit hurts
I'm only human baby, or am I

Creatures
Lost sleep, lost tune that's a double pain
Glass blocks in them visit rooms, through that double pane
(Yeah) when [?] died it was like nobody could feel double pain
But our brother James, let see the world we got so much to gain
The game dun' took so much from us, thought the hood loved us
Draco and Bean say let's take off on this money train
I'm in the fifty me n' Mari [?] during the choppa
Mari had the [?] and Taj holdin' down the block
My nigga [?] pull up an catch the whole bid
You talk to Keith he trynna meet me, group up on the [?]
I caught a sixty and two nineties we be [?] ears
Sellin' heroin remind me of a mellow [?] Sugar Hill
Just seen [?] welcome home to my nigga chill
Feds put that plea deal on the table, then he took the twelve
This Mafia is so for real I can't stress it enough
This concrete [?] you know the drill when my Mexican touch

Made a mountain outta mole hill
Made a killing on that road that's a roadkill
Back to sealin' up them bows how them groves feel
Just last month, i can barely pay my phone bill
Now I'm sippin' good prayin' that my cup don't spill
In the hood with them body snatchers, catchin' cold kills
Some people can't believe this shit cause' it's so trill
That's the penalty of leading shit, for be so real

Dope in that pyrex it look like granola, oatmeal
Lotta favors, no more extra credit, can't get no deals
Phone can only receive calls if I don't answer
Hang up, call me right back, I'm probably on Flanders
Snatchin' up beanies for my auntie who got throat cancer
Payin' twenty gettin' thirty fo' that call me Bow Sanders
If you dun' saw, what I had seen it'd make yah eyes bleed
Off the [?], slow-motion, livin' life at high speeds
My father told me slow down, I'm trynna speed it up
Don't need to much, something to eat, money, an weed enough
They get the ups from Uncle Blue, an it ain't no freezin' up
Bet they get left before we do it ain't no leavin' us
I told my plug to hit you up, you betta' keep in touch
Or we gon' smoke his boots off, make him eat the dust
These bitches had me out my bag, I had to readjust
An they don't wanna see me up, rather see me n' cuffs

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