Letra de Triple Platinum - Boldy James & Real Bad Man

(Feat. Real Bad Man)

I should've stayed gone

Hit the road, jack

When I left

Drug zone (I should've stayed gone, don't you come back), yeah

When I left

Should've been took off (Jack and the beanstalk, I should've stayed gone)

Never to return

When I left

Money to burn

I should've stayed gone

Where we at?

Uh-uh, uh

It's Bo Jackson, came up on 'caine and all blow action

Case you wonderin' what I did way before rappin'

No gassin', shiftin' in first, watch me blow past 'em

No lackin', heard he got spanked and I'm Joe Jackson

No caption, knocked this shit loose, did it old-fashioned

Toe-tagged him, bro still at large, pray they don't snatch him

Can't even front, you was shook when they showed up

With that piece-of-shit 9, prayin' that shit don't happen

Yeah, he got off, but he dead soon as bro catch him

Down bad, thirty-round mag, it ain't no scrappin'

This is a marathon, you start off fast

Then you wheezin' in the back, niggas prayin' that I don't lap 'em

In my city, I went ghetto gold

But on that road, I went triple platinum

Ain't no nigga never took nothin'

But consent on hatin' shit about me if you ask 'em

In my city, I went ghetto gold

Lookin' at ten, still pistol packin'

In my city, I went ghetto gold

But on that road, I went triple platinum

Had to break a brick down in fractions

Twist it down, then I let it dry off on a napkin

First time was a bird of raw and some crud

Now this my third time runnin' off on the plug

While all these niggas earned a Boston in the club

To get a rap nigga touched run you 'bout a dub

My hitter made a nigga somersault with the sub

Fuck the money, he just did this shit off of the love

All of my pillheads bring me coffins of the mud

Bottom of my bitch heels red, she be walkin' in blood

You know we pull up in convertibles with two seats

Ten birds in two weeks, been tryna turn over a new leaf

What else?

In my city, I went ghetto gold

But on that road, I went triple platinum

Ain't no nigga never took nothin'

But consent on hatin' shit about me if you ask 'em

I got niggas came home on parole

Lookin' at ten, still pistol packin'

In my city, I went ghetto gold

But on that road, I went triple platinum, let's get it

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