"Overboard" lyrics
Boldy James & Harry Fraud Lyrics
Where we at with it H?
Jack God
Mafia what else?
I'm done playin', everything I couldn't now my son can
Lost so got one arm can count a milli up on one hand
My one mans, taught me how to give a brick a sun tan
Remember me and poppy we was grittin' out that Sundance
Front of free throw line can hop a split into a jumpman
Think about the time I tried to empty and my clip jam
Dwelling on my life that left me drownin' in that creek sand
Ridin' on the rock without no money on my wristband
I owe you, it's only us, my crew too unapproachable
Niggas never felt no pain with us, they too emotional
Ever since I came into this game I gave 'em quotables
Pulled up off a deuce, high as hell in this vocal booth
You never put no pain in for the gang, it been long overdue
Listenin' to goo give me the chills 'cause I know it's true
Only two niggas in the city really set the tone
2-2-7 concrete creatures, you know that's Ashton Stone
What else?
For every action it's a reaction
Strung out on this bag, music got me relapsin'
Yeah, no we on that, no catchin' me lackin'
Brody givin' niggas hashtags and R.I.P. captions
For every action it's a reaction
Don't make me overreact, we take shit overboard
Real hell block, drugs on overload
Live action, you out now rockin' with the Jacksons
Brand new, Aaron Rodgers, stick big as bamboo
I shoot it quick as Craig Hotchkiss
Feds watchin' all my social apps, got my mobile tapped
Swapped a hundred racks out in the parking lot of Red Robin
Bat symbol on the hood, but we still robbin'
Poker-face Joker, tell him welcome to the real Gotham
Last nigga tried to plot, we had to kill-shot him
Ever seen 3,000 Rossi cottons in the steering column?
I'm Chris Angel with them blocks of that Sri Lanka
I David-Copperfield my opps and disappear my problems
All the real niggas from my hood either in jail or dead
Them 1008s the only books a nigga ever read
New levels, new devils, boilin' deviled eggs
Spinnin' like a Tasmanian devil, kept a level head
Leveled up, now these devils wanna level me
They'd rather see me shackle Rich the Ankle into level three
What else?
For every action is a reaction
Strung out on this bag, music got me relapsin'
Yeah, no we on that, no catchin' me lackin'
Brody givin' niggas hashtags and R.I.P. captions
For every action is a reaction
Don't make me overreact, we take shit overboard
Real hell block, drugs on Overlord
Live action, you are not rockin' with the Jacksons
Jack God
Mafia what else?
I'm done playin', everything I couldn't now my son can
Lost so got one arm can count a milli up on one hand
My one mans, taught me how to give a brick a sun tan
Remember me and poppy we was grittin' out that Sundance
Front of free throw line can hop a split into a jumpman
Think about the time I tried to empty and my clip jam
Dwelling on my life that left me drownin' in that creek sand
Ridin' on the rock without no money on my wristband
I owe you, it's only us, my crew too unapproachable
Niggas never felt no pain with us, they too emotional
Ever since I came into this game I gave 'em quotables
Pulled up off a deuce, high as hell in this vocal booth
You never put no pain in for the gang, it been long overdue
Listenin' to goo give me the chills 'cause I know it's true
Only two niggas in the city really set the tone
2-2-7 concrete creatures, you know that's Ashton Stone
What else?
For every action it's a reaction
Strung out on this bag, music got me relapsin'
Yeah, no we on that, no catchin' me lackin'
Brody givin' niggas hashtags and R.I.P. captions
For every action it's a reaction
Don't make me overreact, we take shit overboard
Real hell block, drugs on overload
Live action, you out now rockin' with the Jacksons
Brand new, Aaron Rodgers, stick big as bamboo
I shoot it quick as Craig Hotchkiss
Feds watchin' all my social apps, got my mobile tapped
Swapped a hundred racks out in the parking lot of Red Robin
Bat symbol on the hood, but we still robbin'
Poker-face Joker, tell him welcome to the real Gotham
Last nigga tried to plot, we had to kill-shot him
Ever seen 3,000 Rossi cottons in the steering column?
I'm Chris Angel with them blocks of that Sri Lanka
I David-Copperfield my opps and disappear my problems
All the real niggas from my hood either in jail or dead
Them 1008s the only books a nigga ever read
New levels, new devils, boilin' deviled eggs
Spinnin' like a Tasmanian devil, kept a level head
Leveled up, now these devils wanna level me
They'd rather see me shackle Rich the Ankle into level three
What else?
For every action is a reaction
Strung out on this bag, music got me relapsin'
Yeah, no we on that, no catchin' me lackin'
Brody givin' niggas hashtags and R.I.P. captions
For every action is a reaction
Don't make me overreact, we take shit overboard
Real hell block, drugs on Overlord
Live action, you are not rockin' with the Jacksons
