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letra de francois - boldy james & the alchemist

[verse 1]
had to learn to put that work on the scale, before the money got made
n-ggas think ’cause they go to jail, that it’s something to praise (that sh-t ain’t cool)
can’t even say if n-ggas kept it solid
whatever happened to them n-ggas got away and live to tell about it?
some n-ggas faked it ’till they made it, i just can’t relate (i can’t)
look at his piece before the rap, that n-gga chain was fake (cap)
all of a sudden n-ggas me, soon as they get some cheese
type to believe his own lies, it’s a sick disease
where all them bricks you n-ggas sold? i’m tryna buy a few (where they at?)
how many whips y’all n-ggas drove you had the titles to?
how many cribs y’all n-ggas owned before the signin’ bonus?
outside my b-tch, it ain’t no hoes i feel entitled to
gettin’ my peoples out the streets, all i was tryna do
ain’t no indictments or no links that they could tie me to (scot-free)
can’t put myself on the scene or actual situations
when it come to murder, ain’t no statue of limitations

[chorus]
this for my blue-collar criminals in for robbery
arsonists, kidnappers, extortion, bribery
burglary, embezzlement, homicide, forgery
perjury, vandalism, conduct disorderly
parole violators, a through z prefixes
larceny, motive death, under false pretenses
racketeerin’, conspiracy, had to learn to tread water
first degree and second on voluntary manslaughter
[interlude]

[verse 2]
remember [?] robbed dawg, ain’t wanna k!ll him
but when we told him to come off of that sh-t, ain’t wanna give it up
and ‘fore my n-gga tino died, gave me the china plug
that’s who my n-gga needy say that i remind him of
went upstairs on lil dave soon as we caught him lackin’
in his baby mama driveway, that sh-t was bound to happen
[?] arrested my n-gga monk, went in for ten summers
me and dre never trade off bodies, we like twin brothers
my n-gga dutchie ate a double, ain’t talkin’ no whopper
nutty and wes’ll pull up in two trackhawks with them choppers
in the city full of jackboys, who don’t get caught without it
they turn your block into a blackboard and put some chalk around it
real 6-4 from field in the kentfield
this ten mil’ll bounce a n-gga forehead off his windshield
witness homicide on the six, we branding the wheels
still traumatized since some of my friends gettin’ k!lled

- boldy james the alchemist

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