Boldy James, Real Bad Man, Knowledge The Pirate - Cash TransactionsReal Bad Man lyrics
[Boldy James, Real Bad Man, Knowledge The Pirate - Cash TransactionsReal Bad Man lyrics]
Where we at? Bo Jack
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil
And I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at
Before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong
One to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that
But it was never love
You ever seen a nigga down
Kept his head high?
Niggas riding past laughing as they sped by
Felt like the wholе world turned
They back on him
'Til he built his linе back up
And bust the trap open
Strap poking out his jeans
He in stack motion
Granny was three months clean
Now she back smoking
Mixing the coke with the reggo
She love the 51
Bags dope in the ghetto where he get it from
A year later in the
Hood directing big traffic
Gotta keep the big thirty-two
Shot clip ratchet zipped up in his jacket
Case he gotta fire a nigga up
Niggas know he quiet but he cut
And now he back sneaky rich
On some Meechy shit
Found the ancient family recipe
In the ingredients
Involved in everything involving
His immediates taming the dog when that
Bitch was disobedient
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil
And I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at
Before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong
One to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that
But it was never love
You ever seen a thug up
While niggas hating on him?
Buck fifty in the Gucci bag
The plug waiting on him
I'm wanted by the Feds
A few state charges pending
Still I drop off work to my
Dogs in boulevard of Linden
We in these streets
Yo fuck the industry and what is trending
I'm in that kitchen chefin' coke
Up in a Gucci apron we was all Gs like Gucci
Until he gave a statement
38 snub nose is how they close them cases
Six shots to his face is
How they close the casket
Military tactics, money under the mattress
My shooter got four bodies on a dirty gun
Calls it his lucky ratchet
And he'll let you have it
I'm like a crossing guard directing traffic
UPS delivering the package, G-O-D nigga
No cappin' c-O-D be the transaction
M-O-B nigga, fuck rapping, Pirate
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil
And I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at
Before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong
One to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that
But it was never love
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil
And I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at
Before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong
One to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that
But it was never love
You ever seen a nigga down
Kept his head high?
Niggas riding past laughing as they sped by
Felt like the wholе world turned
They back on him
'Til he built his linе back up
And bust the trap open
Strap poking out his jeans
He in stack motion
Granny was three months clean
Now she back smoking
Mixing the coke with the reggo
She love the 51
Bags dope in the ghetto where he get it from
A year later in the
Hood directing big traffic
Gotta keep the big thirty-two
Shot clip ratchet zipped up in his jacket
Case he gotta fire a nigga up
Niggas know he quiet but he cut
And now he back sneaky rich
On some Meechy shit
Found the ancient family recipe
In the ingredients
Involved in everything involving
His immediates taming the dog when that
Bitch was disobedient
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil
And I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at
Before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong
One to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that
But it was never love
You ever seen a thug up
While niggas hating on him?
Buck fifty in the Gucci bag
The plug waiting on him
I'm wanted by the Feds
A few state charges pending
Still I drop off work to my
Dogs in boulevard of Linden
We in these streets
Yo fuck the industry and what is trending
I'm in that kitchen chefin' coke
Up in a Gucci apron we was all Gs like Gucci
Until he gave a statement
38 snub nose is how they close them cases
Six shots to his face is
How they close the casket
Military tactics, money under the mattress
My shooter got four bodies on a dirty gun
Calls it his lucky ratchet
And he'll let you have it
I'm like a crossing guard directing traffic
UPS delivering the package, G-O-D nigga
No cappin' c-O-D be the transaction
M-O-B nigga, fuck rapping, Pirate
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil
And I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at
Before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit
More than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong
One to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that
But it was never love