Letra de ' Monterey Jack (feat. Nicholas Craven) ' de Boldy James

Yeah
It's Mr. Get 'Em Gone
Jones
Where we at?
Let's get it

Did a complete 360, I thought they'd be proud of Jack
Was knee deep in the streets before I ever tried to rap
Secured the bag know ADT open the laundromat
Riding around with all that paper on me got tired of that
Whoever want some smoke with Blocks I got two Glocks for that
Outside can't post up at the spot my block too hot for that
Checking my safe ain't got no mo' space where my closet at
All of this pape' I'm tryna find somewhere to hide it at

Triple murder, wanted for three warrants tryna buy some time
Out on bond, posted on East Warren off of Autobahn
Still servin' learned to work my hand behind a steel curtain
Cuzzo known for block bleedin' he not even a real a person
First string, always ran the 1, but I could play the deuce
Coke white, Old English D my fitted navy blue
313 Michigan it's in the name of you
Rollie plane Jane they know I'm in the same gang as Duke
Known to keep them strong stones, my Arab he just gave me two
It's Mr. Get 'Em Gone Jones, the same last name as Gue
Racking up when you was only getting fronted nine servings
Acting like he touchin' fast money boy your line turtle
Speak on my name or down on gang we can cut out the verbal
If I don't know your resume then I'm not tryna serve you
Can't fuck with possums or no pigs, no gophers, rats, or gerbils
Got all this Off White in the spig like damn what happened to Virgil
Got all this Off White in the spig like damn what happened to Virgil
Can't fuck with no possums no pigs, no gophers, rats, or gerbils

Did a complete 360, I thought they'd be proud of Jack
Was knee deep in the streets before I ever tried to rap
Secured the bag know ADT open the laundromat
Riding around with all that paper on me got tired of that
Whoever want some smoke with Blocks I got two Glocks for that
Outside can't post up at the spot my block too hot for that
Checking my safe ain't got no mo' space where my closet at
All of this pape' I'm tryna find somewhere to hide it at

Action Jackson cargo pockets stuffed just like an action figure
700 cash was in your stash let's see who racks is bigger
In my project felt like I was stuck, ain't have no exit plan
Baggin' up, had to add the cut to get them extra grams
Had enough, but it's never too much for me I told Percy
10 million clean off the music and I'm cold turkey
I still get in Ohio, Wisconsin, or Wyo
Three diamond links, tell 'em click on the link that's in my bio
We thuggin' in the 50 zone duckin' Hawaii 5-O
Don't speak no biz over the phone but what the fuck do I know
The flow so dope it's strong enough to use for cut with my blow
It's bold business on the 6th, cross you up quick as Ivo

Did a complete 360, I thought they'd be proud of Jack
Was knee deep in the streets before I ever tried to rap
Secured the bag know ADT open the laundromat
Riding around with all that paper on me got tired of that
Whoever want some smoke with Blocks I got two Glocks for that
Outside can't post up at the spot my block too hot for that
Checking my safe ain't got no mo' space where my closet at
All of this pape' I'm tryna find somewhere to hide it at

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Gang
Gang
What up, though?
What's the deal?
Shit, what you on?
I'm over here smoking this thunder, nigga, laying this motherfuckin' pain down, nigga, you know how this shit go, nigga
Yeah, I'm [?]
Ay, and you lied, you hear me?
[?], It's 227 Maine, nigga
227 Balmain
227 Balmain?
Yeah
Yeah, that's what it is [?]
You gon' spell it B-A-L-L-M-A-I-N-E?
Yeah, with the lowercase- the lowercase, it's gon' be lowercase ball though
Alright, big- big- big M on the name?
You say what?
I mean, however you spell it, I just need to know it's 227 Balmain?
Yeah
Yeah, I like that
Yeah, that's what it's gon' be