Lyrics Boldy James & The Alchemist – Photographic Memories

Photographic Memories Lyrics – Boldy James & The Alchemist

Singer: Boldy James & The Alchemist
Title: Photographic Memories

Concrete
If I see or hear-
Yeah, where we at?
If I see you first-

Let’s get it, what else?
King of the oven mitt, know we run this b#tch
A glutton for punishment, keep a submachine gun with a hundred clip
Volatile, don’t want no problemo with a problem child

Ain’t cop that sh#t for months, can’t come around, n#gg#s not allowed
Cashin’ in, always gritted it out, never had a Benz
Askin’ God, “If this was my last resort, how is that a sin?” (There is no sin)
‘Cause if a n#gg# would’ve went with his first mind

Premeditated, out of all these killers, we the worst kind
Born convicted, brave heart, same armored defenses
Wraith parked in the trenches, same park on them benches
With ARs and extended, sat at the table with spics

He changed the label on my sh#t, that’s trademark infringement
Never forget a face, photographic memory
First time I met JAY was at Novo with Black and Emory
Run my hood, so this sh#t proceed my reputation

You already know what’s understood, don’t need no explanation
Where we at with it?
I never forget a face
You can picture it (Uh)

n#gg#s winnin’ Grammys now, five star livin’
On the 5 South, jammin’ out, Heisman magic
Stickin’ out an arm and they standin’ down, cram it in
Stamp and send the package out, Jackson style

Something wicked inbound, fast
Wind whippin’ up disasters in the distant clouds
Hit the bas#ment, the moon full at its roundest
Wolves howlin’, cleared up a couple counts

New Challenger growl, blues from the interstate
Sorrowfulness and rule, feudal debates
The brook blew the game, never knew it was a place
Pourin’ grapes on the dates, etched on the headstones over the grave

In any case, if I seem distant and reserved, then give me space
Heavy pinch of herb send me on my way
Head of the herd, making sure everyone got a plate
Left here disturbed with the look on my face

Bet, my spirit spur when I try to wake
I got on with no delay, gotta play from lessons learned
Got burned when my welcome got overstayed
I hold a old and faithful, I know the aim

And I know it say somethin’ ’bout know your neighbor
What happened to that old saying? (Yeah, boy)
Broke generational curses with my cursive (Yup)
I understand the game and I know all of the inner workings (I do)

The pain run deep, you only see what it is on the surface
My b#tch in there squeaky-clean, but the work was sittin’ in her cervix (Boofed it)
For all the dirt, we might need detergent for cleanin’ purpose
Bloody money in the machine circlin’, the precursor

You might’ve even heard my sneakers chirpin’ like Peewee Kirkland
Gotta watch where you keep them birds ’cause them people lurkin’ (Watch)
Feet first, I jump in the deepest current, I’m keepin’ it current
Let off a hundred clip reoccurrin’ and let ’em clean up the urine (Brr)

Whip the steering wheel of the Urus, you malnourished (Stop)
All this chicken, n#gg#s came down with salmonella (Woo)
Screw the compressor on the TEC, it ain’t make a sound like a Tesla
This sh#t was loud as a whisper (Shh), the stick spin you round like a Twister

Your whip was messed up, plug you out like a cigarette butt right out the Fisker
Marci
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