Brand New Chanel Kicks

Where we at? Boldy James, real name James Clay Jones III (Mr. Jackson) Was involved in a two-car accident that happened in the Detroit metropolitan area (227, what else?) He was taken to the hospital in critical condition Sufferin' from broken vertebrae in his neck and other severe injuries (two-way, deuce, siete, yeah) But after undergoin' extensive surgery on his neck, he was taken out of ICU in stable condition This drug zone shit is so for real (what else?) Long live Slick, welcome home Lord Chill They know that my blow be the real deal Holyfield (blocks) From East Warren to Cadillac and I ain't talkin' no Seville Thuggin' in the bus at Ruff and Finn in the choke and kill (free the guys) Ranned it up on Schoolcraft down the street from Roller Wheels (yeah) Thousand beans a day, hit your town with a boat of pills (skrrt) With or without the rap game, I got dope for sale (uh-huh) Nigga disrespect the gang, send 'em to the Holy Grail You gotta weigh me off the Richter, never on the scale Ghetto nigga, I love pretty bitches with ponytails (ayy) All my killers standin' on the bidness, live from Soldier Field Free all my guys in that federal holdin' cell (drr) Started out on Gilchrist, now we packin' lunches, catchin' buses on 'em field trips Satchel full of trail mix (sack up) Stood up out my wheelchair in brand-new Chanel kicks (it's on) Only gang member never had to do a jail stint Real concreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut (yeah) Hunnid in my chop, buck-50 in my Kel-Tec (Stood on the bidness like I'm 12'6") Hunnid in my chop, buck-50 in my Kel-Tec Real concreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut Hunnid in my chop, buck-50 in my Kel-Tec (Helmut Lang hoodie with that switchy (grr), you hear me? Yeah) Hunnid in my chop, buck-50 in my Kel-Tec Had to place another field bet (cha-ching) Invested in a pill press and ran me up a real check Three weeks ago, was paralyzed, my peoples all was terrified Been had a blue check, but in the streets, you know I'm verified Got a sale for two P's of powder and a brick in the Cherokee Right after I do these three hours of physical therapy (I gotta work out) Countin' my blessings, don't know why he keep sparin' me (ayy) Got a house around my neck and a kit full of clarity A half brick of Dolly Parton, molly by the carton Too many chop sueys, you know I got an arson Some of my base Clio always be tryin' to bargain Servin' on the late night show like I'm Johnny Carson They call me Mr. Ten08, 'cause of what I be chargin' Big 227, SIG Sauer, this is not a Larkin (227) Might pull up in a UFO, but I'm not a martian That's A Awful Lot Of Cough Syrup hoodie, Gallery Dept Real concreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut (yeah) Hunnid in my chop, buck-50 in my Kel-Tec (Switches on switches) Hunnid in my chop, buck-50 in my Kel-Tec (grr) Real concreature, mix Amiri with the Helmut (yeah) Hunnid in my chop, buck-50 in my Kel-Tec (With the switchy on me (grr), you heard?) Hunnid in my chop, buck-50 in my Kel-Tec (ayy, brrt) (Let's get it) man, been five days since I broke outta rehab They had me in there dependin' on 'em meds Poppin' me, pokin' me Skin poppin' me, stabbin' me, e'ry three, four fuckin' hours Man, ain't got time for that shit, real creature, nigga Screws and rods all in my shit I couldn't do nothin', I couldn't even move my motherfuckin' toes three weeks ago, nigga I'm back standin' on the bidness, yeah, back walkin' with my walker Can stand up out my wheelchair strong, where we at? Mr. Jacksonville Two-way, deuce, siete, Apex, Legend of Zelda Game time, mafia, what else? Hell block, hully gully, drug zone 76 Where we at? Let's get it