The Alchemist, BOLDY JAMES - Speed Demon Freestyle

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I want his house burnt to the ground
I wanna go there in the middle of the night
Real spoken on some niggas that been jail broken
Heard he told on his plug, CO left his cell open
Might go out in a blaze of glory, still in Hell toting
Dumping that Lucifer, Sig Sauer with the barrel smoking
That how we know the drink hit when ain’t no seal on it
make a fake brick and put the smell on it
Traffic in the bag, ain’t got no paper trail on it
A million dollars in cash, would you kill for it?
No punchlines, no cute shit
'Cause if I press play my niggas really mute shit
Had dog bleeding from them mouth, think it’s mucus
Niggas boosting on the markets, we just heard a bunch of shooting
Real underground kings, we come from the sewage
Don’t let me do it to you done 'cause I overdo it
This murder music with Ali, he co-wrote and produced it
Coke in the microwave, I showboat when I nuke it
Snakes on the collar of my shirt, this polo so exclusive
Out in Vegas at The Mirage, shit ain’t no illusion
You know who winning but of course we all know who losing
Jump with them killers off the porch, we all know who rooting
For the bad guy in the movie smoking on a Cuban
Belt sweet as a Suzy Q, I got the smokers
No excuses for my behavior, was broke and stupid
Contributing, doing the devil’s work on my Joyner Lucas
See it in your face, I got the good stuff
Alright
making pill flips
Still trip, touched a couple hundred, need a meal ticket
Ghetto nigga putting up numbers like I’m Will Smith
Real shit, packed a little darker but it’s still
Scratch and sniff, send a magic marker way this hit
Still with the shits, stick and hit the killswitch
Crumbled up past comers sort of like some trail mix
like a celtic
Selfish with this loaded gun, I get you melted
Attorney left my Co-D feeling helpless
Lost bro to murder one, all the pain I done felt it
H I done scaled it, the 'cane I done dealt it
Get popped with a brick out of state and catch a Elvis
Eldritch how long we been taking federal jail risks
Now every time the mail run, that’s a 12 strip
What is this velvet? Bust at your helmet
RIP you and your OG, fuck a spell check
DA tried to snatch my bond bag but my bail set
buck fifty, put you on bed rest
Held back, dropped out twice, never been held back
It ain’t really too much shit in life a nigga failed at
Been to hell and back, came on 19 with jail tats
Now we leaving niggas at the light in them Hellcats