Nicholas Craven, Boldy James - Brand New Chanel Kicks lyrics

Where we at? Boldy James (Mr Jackson)
Real name James Clay Jones I I I
Was involved in a two-car accident (227)
That happened in the
Detroit metropolitan area (What else?)
He was taken to the
Hospital in critical condition
Suffering from broken vertebrae in his neck
And other severe injuries
(Two-way, deuce, siete)
But after undergoing extensive surgery
On his nеck (yeah)
He was taken out of ICU in stablе condition

This drug zone, shit is so for real
(What else?)
Lonely and sleep, welcome home on chill
They know that my blow be the real deal
Holyfield (Blocks)
200 Cadillac and I ain't talkin' no Seville



Thuggin' in the bus at Ruff and
Finn in the Choke and Kill
Ended up on Schoolcraft down the
Street from Roller Wheels (yeah)
Thousand bands a day
Hit your tone with a bowl of pills
Swear without the rap game
I got dope for sale

Nigga disrespect the gang
Send them to the Holy Grail
You gotta weigh me off the rig
To never own the scale ghetto nigga
I love pretty bitches with ponytails (Ayy)
All my killers, standin' on the business
Live from Soldier Field

Free all my guys in that federal holding cell
Started out on Gilchrist
Now we packin' lunches
Catching buses on them field trips
Satchel full of trail mix (Sack up)
Stood up on my wheelchair
In brand new Chanel kicks
Only gang member never had to do a jail stick

Real ConCreature
Mixin' 'Miri with the Helmut
Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel Tec
(Stood on the business like
I'm twelve cities)
Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel Tec
Real ConCreature
Mixin' 'Miri with the Helmut
Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel Tec
(You hear me? yeah)
Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel Tec

Had to place another field bet (Ching, ching)
Invested in the pill press and ran
Me up a real check

Three weeks ago I was paralyzed
My people's all was terrified
Been had a blue check, but
In the streets you know, I'm verified

Got myself a two-piece of potter and
A brick in the Cherokee
Right after I do these three
Hours of physical therapy (I gotta work out)

Countin' my blessings
Don't know why he keep sparing me
Got a house around my neck and
A kick full of clarity

I had a brick at Dolly Parton
Molly by the curtain
Too many chop sueys, you know, I got a Ursus

Some of my vets call yo
Always be trying to bargain
Serving on the late-night show
Like I'm Johnny Carson

They call me Mr 1008
'cause of what I be charging
Big 227, see it's sour, this is not a Larkin
(227)

Might pull up in a UFO, but I'm not a martian
Off a lot of cough syrup, hoodie Gallery Dept

Real ConCreature
Mixin' 'Miri with the Helmut
Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel Tec
(Switches on switches)
Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel Tec
Real ConCreature
Mixin' 'Miri with the Helmut
Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel Tec
(Put that switchy on me, ya heard?)
Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel Tec

Been five days since I broke out of rehab
They had me in there depending on my meds
Poppin' me, pokin' me
Skin poppin' me, stabbin' me, ayy
Three, four fuckin' hours
Yeah, got time for that shit
Real creature, nigga
Screws and rods all in my shit
I couldn't do nothin'
I couldn't even move my motherfuckin' toes
Three weeks ago, nigga
I'm back standin' on the business
Yeah, back walkin' with my walkin'
Can stand up out my wheelchair strong
Where we at? It's the Jacksonville
Two-way, deuce, siete legend of Zelda
Game time, mafia, what else?
Hell block, Hully Gully, Drug Zone 76
Where we at? Let's get it