Burn In Hell
Boldy James
3:20It's the incredible, Mr. Incredible Where we at? It's the Jackson Uh-uh, uh, what else? I'm from the block where niggas get spilled (grrt) Barely got time, can never sit still (I ain't got the time) I mean, I'm kinda like a big deal These diamonds in my kit real (you know that) The whip I drive come with the fish gills (skrrt) I mean, I'm kinda like a big deal For Blocks, niggas'll get drilled (grrt) Youngin'll spiderweb your windshield I mean, I'm kinda like a big deal (ay) Been slidin' with this ten mill' (bah) I keep a rocket like I'm Ishmael (gang) Murder for hire, welcome to Hitsville Signed to the streets, lifetime contract (yeah) Lifetime probation with no police contact Still broke every law under the sun under the wiretap If bein' broke is a joke, then y'all niggas wisecracks (haha) Sell anything that you can name just for financial gain Wasn't too good at sellin' weed, went hand in hand with 'caine Graduated to letter H chasin' a letterhead While all my youngins in the hood just tryna catch a shred On that open road, more adventurous than Bill and Ted So many tools in the spizzy, we coulda built a shed Did everything outta my heart, not for no extra cred' And in return, niggas snitchin', you shoulda killed 'em dead Whoever thought that I was slow must've been special ed' Lucky we let 'em breathe, just caught two set of kis All that runnin' off and finesse gon' get you letter T'd Caught up in the blender, but, oh, what a tangled web we weave Pull up, big raptor, bag full of Ritz crackers Niggas tryna steal my image, but don't got the it factor Not an A-list rapper, but when it come to that A1, I'm the mix master Niggas want my spot, don't got the it factor Foreign whip crasher, I'm the Black ghetto Mick Jagger Brick smasher, niggas want my shine, don't got the it factor Designer drip mismatcher Equipped with 30 shots, extended clip packer, since a lil' nigga, I had the it factor Ay, 2020, made ten and tax and commission left six Told my mom to just live and added a two to V6 The Cayenne S in two-four, I hit a 6-0 in a jiff Got the bag and still piss on the rich and money means zip Born cattle, shuffle on, the cattle prod is a God My hand a pentapus with one tentacle raised to the law You graze on anything they give you which is nothin' at all I almost quit because of how much I'm not fuckin' with y'all You see these students in streets, it means that the jig is on fritz You tryna put on the ritz, they puttin' cuffs on they wrists Me and most minds don't align, I don't take kind to no swine My stomach twists at any fuck who think it all'll be fine It's not a glitch, it is a feature that I'm always on zone You call me underrated again, and I'm diggin' a hole I'm in a scramble suit, I'm not someone that you could just know Can't be explained by all that research you had done on your own, I got it Pull up, big raptor, bag full of Ritz crackers Niggas tryna steal my image, but don't got the it factor Not an A-list rapper, but when it come to that A1, I'm the mix master Niggas want my spot, don't got the it factor Foreign whip crasher, I'm the Black ghetto Mick Jagger Brick smasher, niggas want my shine, don't got the it factor Designer drip mismatcher Equipped with 30 shots, extended clip packer, since a lil' nigga, I had the it factor