Letra de Fear of God - Boldy James & Real Bad Man

(Feat. Real Bad Man, Conway the Machine)

What else?

Down in Cleveland with the browns, tryna shake a Urus

You never seen three hundred thou', that shit'll make you curious

Out in South Central stylin' like my name was Furious

If you ever been took down, then we can't take you serious

Go secure interests on Farmer, I stay luxurious

I'm all in, aces wild, I play with experience

If you take that shit to trial, then you can't make appearances

When you breakin' that shit down, you gotta pay the clearances

Slidin' up the mall with this Drac' behind mirror tint

Niggas say they rollin' loud, but I can't even hear the shit

Racks bustin' out the threads on my Amiri stick

You can fake your body count, but you can't fake a jewelry kit

Fell asleep behind the wheel, Jesus steer the whip

Rockin' Fear of God, lil' nigga, I ain't scared of shit

Phone full of prom queens and Miss Americas

The Bimmer Alpina, the Benz a Brabus

Tote it like I got permit to open-carry it

Feelin' like Kobe fresh out of Lower Merion

Fuck is you starin' at? Fuckin' scaredy cat

All my niggas do is trap, it's like I barely rap

Yeah, you know Machine been airin' Maxes

Back when charged a stack for the airy packs (Talk to 'em)

You crazy? Label pay me for you to hear me rap

Like that, the contract is somewhere it near the max

It's motion-picture shit, mirror mask

Here's the facts, the money in my sack, you can't mirror that (Ah)

Nigga was in my comments hatin' on me, where he at?

Oh, he at the boutique tryna sell his Amiris back (Haha)

Damn, I'm really him, I'm clearly that

Got nominated for a Grammy from the Mary track

I get violated and my man, he gon' appear in black (Brrt)

You know how I'm operatin', boy, we really clap (Yeah), yeah

Black arrogant motherfucker

Might DM Megan and tell her I wanna fuck her (Yeah)

I'm the big dog, pit bull terrier motherfucker (Ah)

May block, we blow up your whole area if you touch us (Boom, boom, boom)

It's Drumwork, tramp, the gun work stamped

And the knife work stellar, Jeff Hamilton leather (Talk to 'em)

Yeah, I'm in my champion era

Off-white Panamera, Cullinan, tan leather, Machine (Woo)

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