[Boldy James:] My block slappin' like it's patty cake Ain't runnin' cross country, I got junkies in the alley waitin' 150 grams of flake, I damn near cracked the mason Half brick of Martha Stewart, cut it with the Cathy Mason Can't believe it's not Parkay, what's this, Land O' Lakes? You know I had to take 'em on that chase before they ran the plates Mixed the Wockhardt with the Tech and the Shirley Temple Rose Audemars Piguet, lookin' like a bloody nickel Shadow boxin' with my silhouette in the ring of fire If Satan had a Sunday service Couldn't pay me to leave the choir They call me Bodie Block, lookin' like a scene from The Wire Amiri denim ones white as your sheets in the dryer Paper plane on the fitted, we the frequent flyers They can put a cease and desist, but we ain't ceasing no fire For the compressor, don't know shit about no Rita Wright If bein' broke is a joke, y'all niggas should do stand-up All jokes aside, niggas still wind up in handcuffs Never exercise, was too busy makin' grams jump I cook a deuce, cut it twice, and put a seven on it Smackin' all these grits, got them bitches on a manhunt Can't say I didn't warn you to keep it cordial I always knew that I could beat 'em, so why would I join 'em? Eyes red, countin' up thirty in the mornin' My wrist look like a flower bomb, that's where I took for laundry That peak he gave for Unc to sniff wasn't worth the portrait Played with so many bricks, had to learn how to work a forklift How much you really tryna spend to get the work imported? 'Cause those who take the biggest risks will be the first rewarded [Rome Streetz:] Aye, you ain't never been in traffic (Uh-uh) Made a livin' off of trappin' Was rappin' and unwrappin' (What else?) Turned a dope sack to a stack Ladder in a strap Before I made a dollar off rap was slap after slap (Uh-huh) Sold 59-50s outta the pack Niggas capped like the Yankee snapback (Fuck outta here) It's always fuck you, pay me like a ho in the trap Dough is what I attract It's never what you grab, but how fast you bring it back (Uh-huh) Started off slingin' nickels in junior high Graduated to hard, now when you call I get junior high (What you need?) Got it for the low, the plug gave me some room to fly If the battery in the scale dead, then use your eye It's never a drought, the drug users buy (Nah) If Unc can't find a vein, he shoot it in his thigh My homie died, didn't know that he was gettin' high (Damn) Still slingin' that same shit that brought him his demise Fucked up, surprised, in this life, nobody survives (Uh-uh) Wise words, learned a lot of words from the wise Seen both sides, the Benz and the jail bus ride Most niggas ain't got the drive Real shit