Nicholas Craven & Boldy James — Nice Try Wrong Guy: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

Nicholas Craven & Boldy James

Nice Try Wrong Guy

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Трек «Nice Try Wrong Guy» вышел в 11 июля 2025 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Nicholas Craven Productions»)Late to My Own Funeral

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АльбомLate to My Own Funeral

Дата релиза11 июля 2025 г.

ЛейблNicholas Craven Productions

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Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM74

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Nicholas Craven

Nicholas Craven

Программирование

Boldy James

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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Nicholas Craven

Nicholas Craven

Автор песен

Boldy James

Тексты песен

James Clay Jones III

James Clay Jones III

Автор песен

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Nicholas Craven

Nicholas Craven

Продюсер

Roberto Viglione

Roberto Viglione

Миксинг-инженер

Слова

It be the ****

Be talkin' the most stand-up, one hundred

Yeah, real shit, be the flakest ****

Where we at? Yeah

Where does your loyalty lie? With those that I know their morals is high

And they value way more than money can buy

Nice try, wrong guy, I'm not the type to be duckin' or hidin'

With my life in that man hands while he just decidin'

What is distrust to a ****? He know his love, so you less likely to kill him

Probably fuckin' his main bitch, ain't even write him in prison

Type of life that I'm livin'

I cut the bricks with quinine when I hit 'em

Still sellin' for the highs off of Medley, pour a five of the Tristan

This beat givin' me codeine vibes

Thousand pills a day, remember when I sold bean pies

**** don't want no smoke with us, we puffin' whole three-fives

In one Backie, pull up in a couple hotties, one trackie

Two strikers, four choppers, three switches, five lighters

Where we grew up in Detroit, not even black lives matter

In my streets, I'm like a Jedi, I'm a Creature, you a rabbi

Preachin' all these sermons to whom it's concernin'

Last time I stepped foot in church, it was a funeral service

Twenty clip ran out too quick, ain't mean to run out on purpose

One monkey don't stop the show, one clown don’t shut down the circus

Big drugs for bigger thugs

We got bigger fish to fry, streets keep greasin' my palms

Way a **** touch it, I think it's safe to say I'm clutchin'

Never folded under pressure, put that on my mama Hutchins

And my gaga Maxie, can't let these **** body-snatch me

When I'm trappin' on my block, it's like my block keep tryna trap me

Plug keep tryna tax me, but I'm tied in with the countertop

Turnt up off ten thousand watts

Where does your loyalty lie? I light your block up like the fourth of July

And then jump down on 94th to the Chi'

Won't ever short the supply, don't nothing be the failure more than a try

Legend of Zelda with the scorpion eye

When the corners was dry, they tried to send in a decoy with a spy

Paid all this money for my lawyer to lie

I could sell pork to Allah, two hundred rackies in them ports with Sanai

Fuck with my rabbits from Detroit to Dubai

**** ain't horsin' a fly, I make a **** change course if he try

My pinky ring worth like a quarter a pie

Give me the ultimate high, catchin' the rush, sellin' waters that's dry

Now I'm so up that I could fall to the sky

It's Mafia, what else? (It's Mafia, what else?)

Big drugs for bigger thugs

We got bigger fish to fry, streets keep greasin' my palms

Way a **** touch it, I think it's safe to say I'm clutchin'

Never folded under pressure, put that on my mama Hutchins

And my gaga Maxie, can't let these **** body-snatch me

When I'm trappin' on my block, it's like my block keep tryna trap me

Plug keep tryna tax me but I'm tired in with the countertop

Turnt up off ten thousand Wocks

Is that enough for you?

Written by: James Clay Jones III, Nicholas Craven

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