STIGMATA

Lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James] What else? At all Where we at? 227 It's Blockworks Game time, mafia, what else? (Grr-r-rt) Let's get it Ay (Uh-uh), ay (Uh) [Verse 1: Boldy James] Been doin' this since a snot nose (What else?) Ain't no comin' back when them shots blow (At all) Remember runnin' back to Costo, like "Bro, this shit got funky 'round the way Had to dump three out the K" Now he ducked off out the way (Ay) Had to reroute the play Drop a six in the pot, give it hops like Dr. J Heard he down with my opps; "O.P.P.", "Hip Hop Hooray" Fifty-drum on my Glock, dope beats, he ain't bout to play Clean him up with the mop; got OCD, I love to spray Plug called, he want his pape' Cuz called, "I'm on my way" Fell asleep smokin' weed, codeine in my Ocean Spray Strongest cookie in the city, got exotic, all flavors Hunnit bows at time, now that's what you call major Dwellin' in that skyscraper, Mancho with the elevator Stick on me, no fly paper; don't do no free felony favors Tryna pull up and collect, my young'n keep tellin' me, "Later" Both middle fingers up to the private investigator [Verse 2: Lukah] Moved in silence, get in and out, that's how the block work Been around the girl; that ain't shit, I know how the blocks work I'm out the dirt, CREAM I crave, it ain't shit to make a call Cousin said he sendin' some bows, and I'ma move 'em all Rough and rugged how I'm constructed, my chain, I never tuck it Backwoods look like a pregnant bitch, [?] the fattest nuggets Heard they want war, then so be it, we'll murk 'em all, fuck it Stolen bucket, AR in lap, this ain't no fuckin' musket Catch me out in public blowin' loud like Satchmo's trumpet Hearin' trouble comin', I ain't runnin', bruh Shit, my heater dumpin' off the hip I stay equipped, will make a rapper RIP Heard he talkin' lip, them dogs at him, nigga, that's off the rip Ounces flip, turn them to Ps, I'll teach 'em thugamatics Pistol addict, I gotta have it, bullets, they come sporadic Semi-automatic stay on me, at home and out in traffic Told you that we shootin' these actors, homie, this cinematic Kush fanatic, I gotta have it, rollin' sweet aromatics Frontin' killer? Then meet the .40, we can't be diplomatic Unk will shave the rock while I roll, we call that multitaskin' Nina apparatus, 'case suckers wanna be target practice Walk up to your house, knock on your door, you know the rest, nigga Bless, nigga; fuckin' with God, I bet you rest, nigga Am who I am at all times, no need to impress niggas Space a couple blunts through the day, so I don't stress niggas "Get the cash" was drilled in my brain, G, all I know is "Get it" Shotty got a drum on it, nigga, I call that heavy liftin' South Memphis live and direct, I know they feel the tension Accurate with the Sig, muh'fucka, I don't need an extension Word