[ Featuring The Alchemist ]
It's Concreatures boldy Blocks
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Brave and courageous in Detroit, Michigan
His grades is abrasions and 8ball hemorages
Straight shell cases, ARs, Remingtons
Spray fields and gages tear apart ligaments
Separatin' them gang starrs from gentlemen
Redecoratin' paint jobs and interior
It's serious
Put the pipin' on this leather seat
Let his mirror tints spider web in this V
Taco meat on your driver seat
Split your lima bean
The four pound lama beamin' down
Him and gut him clean
When they visit him in trauma
Full-body sling
His baby mama and his mama hollering
Screaming "My baby never hurt nobody
Why that f*cking heathen
Boldy shoot him down
Them bullets bothering his breathing"
Now every time that it rains
He thinks about that evening
For heartache and pain
Killers blame Concreatures
Bold, my trigger finger is itchy-scratchy
Right, my middle finger it grip that maggy
Tight, my ring fingers embrace my gun
Yikes, and my pinky fingers anchor my thumbs
Strike, the thumb on my other
Hand click the hammer
Yup, my left index is ambidextrous
Left f*ck you finger the reason I squoze
Put them gloves on
I'll teach you the meaning of Bold
I ain't superstitious but somethin' is fishy
I keep havin' dreams them officials
Comin' to get me at night I can't sleep
Keep switchin' to where my chips be
Cause they'll break the bank, take it all
Leave you on empty can't make a call
They tap all into your frequencies
Invade your privacy
Put The Wire on your team
Can you survive the heat
Indictment sheets or affidavit's
Or make a statement
Ratting for an occupation
Cracking under the pressure
You less than a man banned from the street
Your best friend in the fed
Pen out of ink from all the
Shit you wrote and writ
In the pens out them clinks talkin'
Like you on a writ
Ain't that a bitch, you done snitched
Got your partner a bid
Take a cop twenty years still do about ten
None of his men said a word
Stayed true to the end
Because he sang like a bird
They doing Jupiter years bold
Bold, my trigger finger is itchy-scratchy
Right, my middle finger it grip that maggy
Tight, my ring fingers embrace my gun
Yikes, and my pinky fingers anchor my thumbs
Strike, the thumb on my other
Hand click the hammer
Yup, my left index is ambidextrous
Left f*ck you finger the reason I squoze
Put them gloves on
I'll teach you the meaning of Bold
