Correction Paroles Buffs vs. Wires par Boldy James

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Ayo, Mag Dior on the prayer rug, 20 chains on
We on Rodeo, blood, who touchin' my stove? We had to spray him up (Ah, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Visions ain't reciprocated, he hit the stem hard once (Ah)
Then he walked up the block with a refrigerator
I'm in the Rolls (I'm in the Rolls, skrrt)
Knots on the Martine Rose when I pose (Ah)
READYMADE caskets, this work so good, get the elastic
Hid the AK behind the masjid
Who made the sun shine? (Who made the sun shine? You know what I'm sayin'?)
Next thing you know, he dip for one time (Ah)

Real street-n***a sh*t
Yo, uh

Track and field, runnin' packs, I'm still subtractin' real numbers
I took a loss and just had to build from it, y'all broke the code
Threw dirt on gang when y'all spoke to Hov, that was reckless
That's expected, VS cuts on my wrist big enough to catch infections
This Heckler on me protect the homies, Boldy and West
I treated my .40 just like my only connect
Who said it was simple? Them prisons strengthened my mental
I broke the lead on the paper from writin' letters in pencil
This a process, I'm fresh, I just moved out the projects
Million dollar deals and still feel like I ain't hot yet
Biggie Smalls in a Coogi, Al Green in a mock neck
Russel Simmons my mindset, I'm old Hov with a Pyrex
What's the money worth when my mother hurt, brother layin' under dirt?
We can forgive you, but you get punished first
Dope on a paper plate, thinkin', "Why let the paper wait?"
I ran around the world for it just like The Amazing Race
The money counter singin' to me, sound like "Amazing Grace"
Cooked a brick of big at a time, I was eight for eight
The Butcher, n***a

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