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letra de failed attempt - boldy james

[intro]
227, concreatures (brr, ba ba ba, ba)

[verse 1]
brodie said he had a l!ck, i put my mans on it
turned out to be a failed attempt, that got him railroaded
know i can sell anything i get my hands on
and heard he got his head stuck up his ass, i put some bands on it
that sh-t just fell out of the sky, i never planned on it
these n-ggas my sons, and this another proud dad moment
caught him lackin’ and opened up a can on him
for every action, there’s a reaction, you gotta stand on it
okay, i’m reloaded, gloves with the ripped stocking
hit a n-gga block like, “now what’s up, my n-gga, what’s poppin’?”
can’t even call a fiend a custy who do not spend
connectеd in the street, but in the clink, you know i’m locked in
this ain’t a mixtapе, hand my shooter the glock ten
and i only use his waist to keep my glock in
no aura, n-gga, nathan bust some shots, if it’s not been
might get him out the way while i’m in aruba and drop ten
clutchin’ with the big apes, like, “who we finna rob, [?]?”
burnin’ blue cookies, slappin’ fifties in them nine-ms
all my n-ggas solid, we don’t fold, we do not bend
sold them n-ggas some drywall that float, but do not swim
parking back-to-back black-on-blacks at the colosseum
in the trap, we go rack for rack, this is not per diem
chinese chopstick in my dinner, you know it’s robbin’ season
he ain’t p-ss his pants in a minute, but he about to pee ’em
[chorus]
brodie said he had a l!ck, i put my mans on it
turned out to be a failed attempt that got him railroaded
know i can sell anything i get my hands on
and heard he got his head stuck up his ass, i put some bands on it
that sh-t just fell out of the sky, i never planned on it
these n-ggas my sons, and this another proud dad moment
know i can sell anything i get my hands on
and heard he got his head stuck up his ass, i put some bands on it

[verse 2]
unlock the screen from the inside, i got it deadbolted
still be on that same scurry sh-t that got [?]
the prices too high on the pack, i had the sales quoted
they ask me how i write my raps, i say, “my scale wrote it”
microwavin’ up a brickie, drain made me feel bloated
can’t get caught with another bl!cky and i still tote it
bought a pill press, ran it up, that’s a real check
all these birdies chirpin’, i been workin’ on my sk!ll set
took a loss rushin’ once or twice, had to chillax
waitin’ on youngin’ to bring that money from them seals back
real rap n-ggas wasn’t on sh-t, i was in the field
bought myself out my deal, now i can buy my deal back
told myself that i was focused, quit sippin’, fell back
came straight at the fork in the road, and i still smack
wrapped the foreign ’round a light pole, got rid of the strap
runnin’ from the narcs around the corner from my pill trap
[chorus]
brodie said he had a l!ck, i put my mans on it
turned out to be a failed attempt that got him railroaded
know i can sell anything i get my hands on
and heard he got his head stuck up his ass, i put some bands on it
that sh-t just fell out of the sky, i never planned on it
these n-ggas my sons, and this another proud dad moment
know i can sell anything i get my hands on
and heard he got his head stuck up his ass, i put some bands on it

- boldy james

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