Boldy James, The Alchemist - Phone Bill lyrics

Tryna tell you bruh, this shit hurt
I'm only human baby, or am I? Creatures

Lost Slick, lost Tune,  that's a double pain
Glass blocks in them visit
Rooms through that double pane
When Vito died
It's like nobody could feel double pain
But our brother James, let see the world
We got so much to gain
The game done took so much from us
Thought the hood loved us
Drego and Bene say
"Let's take off on this money train"
I'm in the fifty me and Mari
Coke brown and chopped marty at the office
Streets and Taj holdin' down the block
My nigga Icy'll pull up and catch a whole bid
You talk to Keith, he tryna meet me
Woop up on the crib
I caught a sixty and two nineties
We be juugin' ears sellin' heroin
Remind me of Romello pops from "Sugar Hill"
Just seen Mokeem
Welcome home to my nigga Chill
Feds put that plea deal on the
Table and he took the twelve
This Mafia shit so for real
I can't stress it enough it's ConCreatures
You know the drill when my Mexican touch

Made a mountain out a mole hill
Made a killin' on that road
That's a roadkill
Vacuum sealin' up them bows out in Roseville
Just last month
I could barely pay my phone bill
Now I'm sippin' good
Prayin' that my cup don't spill
In the hood with them body snatchers
Catchin' cold kill
Some people can't believe this shit
Because it's so trill
But that's the penalty of leadership
For bein' so real

Dope in that Pyrex, it look like granola
Oatmeal
All out of favors, no more extra credit
Can't get no deals
Phone can only receive calls
If I don't answer
Hang up, and call me right back
I'm probably on Flanders
Snatchin' up beanies for my auntie
Who got throat cancer
Payin' twenty, gettin' thirty-four
They call me Bo Sanders
If you done saw what I done seen
It'd make your eyes bleed
Off the red slow-motion
Livin' life at high speed
My father told me slow down
I'm tryna speed it up
Don't need too much, something to eat
Money and weed enough
They get the ups from out the blue
It ain't no freezin' up
Bet they get left before we do
It ain't no leavin' us
I told my plug to hit you off
You better keep in touch
Or we gon' smoke his boots off
And make him eat the dust
These bitches had me out my bag
I had to readjust
And they don't wanna see me up
Rather see me in cuffs

Made a mountain out a mole hill
Made a killin' on that road
That's a roadkill
Vacuum sealin' up them bows out in Roseville
Just last month
I could barely pay my phone bill
Now I'm sippin' good
Prayin' that my cup don't spill
In the hood with them body snatchers
Catchin' cold kill
Some people can't believe this shit
Cause' it's so trill
But that's the penalty of leadership
For bein' so real