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Nicholas Craven & Boldy James
Nice Try Wrong Guy
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Nice Try Wrong Guy adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Nicholas Craven Productions tarafından 11 Temmuz 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıLate to My Own Funeral
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AlbümLate to My Own Funeral
Çıkış Tarihi11 Temmuz 2025
FirmaNicholas Craven Productions
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Valence
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
Programming
Boldy James
Boldy James
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
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Boldy James
Boldy James
Lyrics
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Songwriter
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Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
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Roberto Viglione
Roberto Viglione
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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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