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Phone Bill
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Boldy James & The Alchemist
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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 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
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