"Brand New Chanel Kicks" lyrics
Nicholas Craven & Boldy James Lyrics
Where we at?
Boldy James, real name James Clay Jones III (Mr. Jackson)
Was involved in a two-car accident that happened in the Detroit metropolitan area (227, what else?)
He was taken to the hospital in critical condition, suffering from broken vertebrae in his neck and other severe injuries (Two-way, deuce, siete, yeah)
But after undergoing extensive surgery on his neck, he was taken out of ICU in stable condition
This drug zone shit is so for real (What else?)
Long live Slick, welcome home Lord Chill
They know that my blow be the real deal Holyfield (Blocks)
From East Warren to Cadillac and I ain't talkin' no Seville
Thuggin' in the bus at Ruff and Finn in the choke and kill (Free the guys)
Ranned it up on Schoolcraft down the street from Roller Wheels (Yeah)
Thousand beans a day, hit your town with a boat of pills (Skrrt)
With or without the rap game, I got dope for sale (Uh-huh)
Nigga disrespect the gang, send 'em to the Holy Grail
You gotta weigh me off the Richter, never on the scale
Ghetto nigga, I love pretty bitches with ponytails (Ayy)
All my killers standin' on the business, live from Soldier Field
Free all my guys in that federal holding cell
Started out on Gilchrist
Now we packin' lunches, catching buses on them field trips
Satchel full of trail mix (Sack up)
Stood up out my wheelchair in brand new Chanel kicks (It's on)
Only gang member never had to do a jail stint
Real ConCreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
(Stood on the business like I'm 12'6")
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
Real ConCreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
(Helmut Lang hoodie with that switchy, you hear me? Yeah)
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
Had to place another field bet (Cha-ching)
Invested in a pill press and ran me up a real check
Three weeks ago, was paralyzed, my peoples all was terrified
Been had a blue check, but in the streets, you know I'm verified
Got a sale for two P's of powder and a brick in the Cherokee
Right after I do these three hours of physical therapy (I gotta work out)
Countin' my blessings, don't know why He keep sparing me (Ayy)
Got a house around my neck and a kit full of clarity
A half brick of Dolly Parton, molly by the carton
Too many chop sueys, you know I got an arson
Some of my base clio always be trying to bargain
Serving on the late night show like I'm Johnny Carson
They call me Mr. Ten08, 'cause of what I be charging
Big 227, Sig Sauer, this is not a Larkin (227)
Might pull up in a UFO, but I'm not a martian
That's A Awful Lot Of Cough Syrup hoodie, Gallery Dept
Real ConCreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
(Switches on switches)
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
Real ConCreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
(With the switchy on me, you heard?)
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec (Brrt)
Man, been five days since I broke out of rehab
They had me in there depending on them meds
Poppin' me, pokin' me
Skin poppin' me, stabbin' me, every, three, four fuckin' hours
Man, ain't got time for that shit
Real Creature, nigga
Screws and rods all in my shit
I couldn't do nothin', I couldn't even move my motherfuckin' toes three weeks ago, nigga
I'm back standin' on the business
Yeah, back walkin' with my walker
Can stand up out my wheelchair strong
Where we at? Mr. Jacksonville
Two-way, deuce, siete
Legend of Zelda
Game time, mafia, what else?
Hell block, hully gully, drug zone 76
Where we at? Let's get it
Boldy James, real name James Clay Jones III (Mr. Jackson)
Was involved in a two-car accident that happened in the Detroit metropolitan area (227, what else?)
He was taken to the hospital in critical condition, suffering from broken vertebrae in his neck and other severe injuries (Two-way, deuce, siete, yeah)
But after undergoing extensive surgery on his neck, he was taken out of ICU in stable condition
This drug zone shit is so for real (What else?)
Long live Slick, welcome home Lord Chill
They know that my blow be the real deal Holyfield (Blocks)
From East Warren to Cadillac and I ain't talkin' no Seville
Thuggin' in the bus at Ruff and Finn in the choke and kill (Free the guys)
Ranned it up on Schoolcraft down the street from Roller Wheels (Yeah)
Thousand beans a day, hit your town with a boat of pills (Skrrt)
With or without the rap game, I got dope for sale (Uh-huh)
Nigga disrespect the gang, send 'em to the Holy Grail
You gotta weigh me off the Richter, never on the scale
Ghetto nigga, I love pretty bitches with ponytails (Ayy)
All my killers standin' on the business, live from Soldier Field
Free all my guys in that federal holding cell
Started out on Gilchrist
Now we packin' lunches, catching buses on them field trips
Satchel full of trail mix (Sack up)
Stood up out my wheelchair in brand new Chanel kicks (It's on)
Only gang member never had to do a jail stint
Real ConCreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
(Stood on the business like I'm 12'6")
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
Real ConCreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
(Helmut Lang hoodie with that switchy, you hear me? Yeah)
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
Had to place another field bet (Cha-ching)
Invested in a pill press and ran me up a real check
Three weeks ago, was paralyzed, my peoples all was terrified
Been had a blue check, but in the streets, you know I'm verified
Got a sale for two P's of powder and a brick in the Cherokee
Right after I do these three hours of physical therapy (I gotta work out)
Countin' my blessings, don't know why He keep sparing me (Ayy)
Got a house around my neck and a kit full of clarity
A half brick of Dolly Parton, molly by the carton
Too many chop sueys, you know I got an arson
Some of my base clio always be trying to bargain
Serving on the late night show like I'm Johnny Carson
They call me Mr. Ten08, 'cause of what I be charging
Big 227, Sig Sauer, this is not a Larkin (227)
Might pull up in a UFO, but I'm not a martian
That's A Awful Lot Of Cough Syrup hoodie, Gallery Dept
Real ConCreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
(Switches on switches)
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
Real ConCreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec
(With the switchy on me, you heard?)
Hundred in my chop, buck-fifty in my Kel-Tec (Brrt)
Man, been five days since I broke out of rehab
They had me in there depending on them meds
Poppin' me, pokin' me
Skin poppin' me, stabbin' me, every, three, four fuckin' hours
Man, ain't got time for that shit
Real Creature, nigga
Screws and rods all in my shit
I couldn't do nothin', I couldn't even move my motherfuckin' toes three weeks ago, nigga
I'm back standin' on the business
Yeah, back walkin' with my walker
Can stand up out my wheelchair strong
Where we at? Mr. Jacksonville
Two-way, deuce, siete
Legend of Zelda
Game time, mafia, what else?
Hell block, hully gully, drug zone 76
Where we at? Let's get it
