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Flight Risk - Boldy James/The Alchemist.mp3

Flight Risk - Boldy James/The Alchemist.mp3
Flight Risk - Boldy James/The Alchemist
[00:10.240]Chyeah [00:13....
[00:10.240]Chyeah
[00:13.873]Chyeah
[00:16.707]Ayy, where we at?
[00:19.284]Let's get it, uh
[00:21.386]I know Sergio, I know Tacchini plug, do Gianni, nigga, no Versace
[00:25.126]Still servin' blow out the 'Ghini, steppin' on the coke like a pair of 'Raches
[00:28.769]In the spizzy runnin' up a check, with them thirty-sixes and them R Kells
[00:32.347]Heard that nigga tell a lot of shark tales and I'm really not that impressed (At all)
[00:36.006]Me and 30 ate off of Archdale, caught a burger, flake, and a jar sale
[00:39.639]Now I'm in the Wraith lookin' like a star field, checkin' in at the Fontainebleau (Where we at?)
[00:43.565]Tied in, I got drug ties, me and Papi Bricks hoppin' out the coupe
[00:46.889]Cuzzo finna make a mud slide, he just dropped a fish in the Mountain Dew
[00:50.566]It was process of elimination, now we chewin' like an overbite (Eatin')
[00:54.243]Everybody so opinionated, keep your two cents, don't need your advice (I don't)
[00:57.824]In the gutter lane like a bowling ball, always been a Mr. Know-it-all (Rollin')
[01:01.322]If you can name it, I done sold it all, fluff of oil 'caine into a soda ball
[01:05.980]Put the call in, send them country boys in them overalls (Where we at with it?)
[01:09.646]Lil' dawg keep a strig on him, shxt, it's just protocol
[01:12.433]Headshot gang (Bah), we the mafia, let my four-fifth spit a sixteen (Brr)
[01:15.891]I hear everybody claimin' gang time, and they don't even know what that shxt mean
[01:19.500]Where we at with it?
[01:20.490]Ranned it up on the incline, maybe if I wasn't in the streets full time, would've been signed
[01:25.559]Life of a mis-con, real street shxt, ain't no sitcoms (No bixches)
[01:29.094]Circle tight, nigga still a flight risk, nigga might skip bond (Jump bail)
[01:32.975]Life of a mis-con, art of rock climbin' with a zipline (Been to court)
[01:36.327]This blood sport, jumped off the front porch under the wind chime (Hell blocks)
[01:40.091]Life of a block bleeder, facin' life, I had to risk mine (Put it on the line)
[01:44.151]All these niggas cap like a Just Don (Snake ass niggas)
[01:46.433]While I be in the trap with my Concreatures
[01:57.692]I got high, I got high
[02:01.384]Front door's open, I'll get it
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