Speed Demon Freestyle Lyrics – Boldy James, The Alchemist
Singer: Boldy James, The Alchemist
Title: Speed Demon Freestyle
I wanna go there in the middle of the night
I wanna piss on his ass!”
Well spoken on some n#gg#s 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 at Lucifer, Sig Sauer with the barrel smoking
That’s how we know the drank hit when ain’t no seal on it
Boldy still’ll make a fake brick and put the smell on it
Trafficking the bag, ain’t got no paper trail on it
A million dollars in cash, would you kill for it?
No punchlines, no cute sh#t
Cause if I press play my n#gg#s really mute sh#t
Had dog bleeding from the mouth, thick as mucus
n#gg#s boosting on the murkings, “We just heard a bunch of shooting”
Real underground kings, we come from the sewage
Don’t let me do it to you dunny 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, sh#t 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
Dope sweet as a Suzy Q, I got the smokers poofing
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”
Loc’ing in the spot with M-box making pill flips
Spill trips, touched a couple hundred, need a meal ticket
Ghetto n#gg# putting up numbers like I’m Will Smith
Real sh#t, pack a little darker but it’s still piff
Scratch and sniff, scent a magic marker way this blill hit
Still with the shits, up the stick and hit the killswitch
Crumbled up packs come assorted like some trail mix
Shellfish, bo’s by the ton like a celtic
Selfish with this loaded gun, I get you melted
Attorney left my co-D mayne feeling helpless
Lost my bro to murder one, all the pain I done felt it
H, I done scaled it, the ‘caine, 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
R.I.P. you and your OG, **** a spell check
D.A. tried to snatch my bond back but my bail set
Kel-Tec clip a buck fifty, put you on bed rest
Held bag, dropped out twice, never been held back
It ain’t really too much sh#t in life a n#gg# failed at
Been to hell and back, came home 19 with jail tats
Now we leaving n#gg#s at the light in them Hellcats
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