Cecil Fielder

Boldy, that's how you coming, my nigga? It's that real authentic D-Boy shit, man You know? Let's get it Can't recall what became, but shit, that lame got paid to take the fall Can't mention Boldy name for clout without getting my gang involved Bird-bathing, stashing all the pape', hitting the basement wall In the speed game and three weeks straight was barely changing drawers Yeah, every blue moon tuck a 280 ball, my Jose hit me back Walked out the room, I gotta take this call Couple points on them joints, I can't complain at all Real D-Boy from Detroit, came up on Ye and Dog Probably should hang it up before them bitches frame us all No, our niggas ain't gang with us if we ain't feel no pain with y'all Last grade completed was the eighth, but now it's cakes and all Always been misunderstood, but I was good at breaking laws Pool sharkin' and got more clout than Casey Hall I shoot them out the way every time the Spartans play DePaul Robbing Peter to pay Paul for 18 circles, that's a game of golf Two bricks on my shirt, just trying to play it off What else? These bitches too possessive They always put a five on it, bend the truth and stretch it Legend of Zelda, just met a new connection Cut a few niggas out the circle, made a few corrections Brick of Matilda, 4-5 Cecil Fielder Yves St Laurent's down in Vermont I was the new Magellan All of these niggas snitching Shit, I'm like who you telling? It's 1-8-7-tout puissant extension 227 When we was trapping, had to make it fun Who can move they sack the fastest? Last one make the coney runs Talking shit won't fly, can't go for none you gotta show me some Police chased me, that shit hurt, I had to throw my only gun No refunds once you walk out the trap, but that shit jumping back Dracos ain't gonna let me down I shake your hand, you don't run from that 12th birthday, my pops gave me a stack, and that shit smelled like crack Before God gave me all these dreams to rap, I dreamed of scorpion stamps Me and Brody knew if they pulled over this Chevy, it's distribution Can't say we using this bag, we got too heavy Fiend caught a phone and got eight dollars, but he wanna dime, shit petty I don't turn it down, watch me lock in and stack it all the way to a Prezi, nigga You feel me? These bitches too possessive They always put a five on it, bend the truth and stretch it Legend of Zelda, just met a new connection Cut a few niggas out the circle, made a few corrections Brick of Matilda, 4-5 Cecil Fielder Yves St Laurent's down in Vermont I was the new Magellan All of these niggas snitching Shit, I'm like who you telling? It's 1-8-7-tout puissant extension 227