Boldy James, Curren$y, The Alchemist - No Yeast lyrics

It's the mafia blockworks 227 creature gang
Let's get it

Acquired taste for the finer things
The finer cuisine
While others do it online for the streams
Posting comments and memes
Love the sound when that
Money counter cha ching
It's Concrete, you know the drama we bring
Me and Con the Machine embody the Mafia theme
What else? Now my Damier
Lou' Vuitton and Supreme
Are you in Detroit, Motor City? I run DMC
These niggas better get down with the kings
Six mile runs from Sconey Island to Queens
They got me back on my Quran, on my knee
A hundred pints of the clean
Poured up a three
Remix the Sprite with codeine
Love how the light hit off
The ice when it gleam
Before the shines and the bling
Was '96 Dame, Shawn, and Kareem
Shot Johnny around the corner
From my Auntie Willene
Ladder in my double nine-M
Glock with the beam
He had 'em thinking he was him
But shit is not what it seems it's Concrete
Who you know more streeter than me?
With no yeast, so street
A nigga everything he seeming to be
Read 'em and weep
We open shop and OT on a spree
It's Concreature Boldy Blocks
The king of the D
How she in love, still sleeping with me?
Two hundred fives, twenty
Fifties, ten hundreds, i was keeping it G
Now, who you know more streeter than me?
With no yeast, so street
A nigga everything he seeming to be

Uh, that Gucci North Face intersecting
Like a figure eight
Homies in competition, bro
I ain't know that this was a race
I thought that we was in it for the cake
That's that gold trimming on these plates
These ain't microwave safe
Baby, conventional oven
Still cook up the old way
Pen and pad my logo and the
Barcode is on my weed bag
Packaging affect the prices
Plus they calling anything zaza
That bullshit hype
And I'm an OG, bro, I smoke that chronic
I pull up something iconic born finer
Sipping wine in Napa Valley when I found it
Hellbent on driving and heaven sent
Me to buy it i keep money piling up and
Feeding all of my desires
She drowning in the fountain of flyness
I am the real he tried to hide that bitch
In him, it came out, gender reveal
Great white verse the seal
Tim Hardaway air ain't like this, boy
I got them skills that crossover could kill
Called out my lane and chilled
I make it to spend it like I was billing rims
I'm from New Orleans where we
All love Soulja Slim
My nigga Boldy just flew in
From the Detroit lion's den
Sharp as ninja stars in these flying cars
Me and him
Pieces on the wall cost a leg or arm
Lose a limb
If you ain't bought no Rolex for your dogs
You ain't a boss at all
We on a jet, finna take off
We watching Charles and Charles
Collaboration like that Bape with KAWS
I'm rolling up them RAWs yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, we keep the E in it, Chevys on switches
Nigga, we smoking weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
We had the c we had the cold air going?
Shit just wasn't doing shit i don't know
I don't hear it in the headphones, bro
I was never gon' hear that shit you hear it?
Yup, I don't hear the beat, but I hear
I hear us what all y'all got from the
Should I have looked at that? Should
I have made a play first?
What, you wanna eat first? It's
Gonna get cold otherwise
Yeah, put put just put it
Back on on the speaker
Let me see what's happening yeah
Let me see what's happening over there, man
Why not? Why not?