Live from the Roxy (feat. Boldy James)

La música de Harry Fraud

Live from The Roxy, we got pink 10s and Oxys

Thorazine and morphine, blue jeans, no Versace

Brick of Phil Donahue, no Joanie and Chachi

Cook it up right in front of you, somethin' like Hibachi

Street life, pocket full of bands, mariachi

Three dice in my hand, look like I'm playin' Yahtzee

Plain-Jane Yachty, pushin' foreign like I'm Fivi'

Walkin' outta Neiman's like I inked a deal with Ghazi

Don't love no thotty, sellin' birds, catchin' bodies

Only sport I ever played, only a game, only a hobby

Hope all is well on that road, it gets kinda rocky

We call it hell 'cause my block is hotter than Wasabi

White, hard, and stucco, shit look like epoxy

I know these **** wanna rob me, why I got my Glocky

But now, we Somerset trippin', catchin' bricks from papi

Money over my ex-bitch, I put that shit on Moxy

Yeah, I don't know what you all want from me (At all)

Stay to myself 'cause misery loves company

I know I turned my back on some people who tried to front on me (I know)

Yeah, 'cause misery loves company

Scarred by a lil' **** I treated just like a son to me (Ah, damn)

Can't repeat what that **** done to me, nah (Nah)

But I'm livin' my life comfortably

No one can see 'cause I know misery loves company

Just play my shit to start each morning (Yes)

Here go a brief warnin' (What?)

Why don't you turn your back when the streets callin'? (Damn)

The fiends movin' like they're sleepwalkin'

I don't sleep often, the cousin of death is rest in a cheap coffin (Nah)

Heard through the wire that we keep warrin' (Yeah)

But the words of Christopher Wallace in our heads is sayin', "Keep scorin'" (Yes)

Playin' Chris and Snoop in the hoopty while police swarmin'

We wanna be more, so we look for Wallace to be Jordan, huh

Now we pile up in sweet foreigns

Stoic killers that sign peace offerings, divide each portion

Savage, pourin' wine out of chic porcelain

Stay out my lane with that weak offense (Stay back)

A lion never slept in the jungle (Never)

Used to be feared till I read the definition of humble

Now I'm the greatest, I say it, never whisper or mumble

I stayed on the block when the stomach of my sister would rumble (Ah)

Through constant repetition and struggle (Yeah)

Survived the game without a coach, exhibition, or huddle

My mission is subtle, I motivate, you ain't supposed to wait

You rather live in shit than have us witness you grippin' a shovel (That's real)

I'm like Van Gogh when his hands flow, but in a bando, I'm like Rambo when he land blows

Y'all **** Sambos, I'm a godfather like Brando (Yeah)

Out in Saint-Tro' with a tanned ho and a Lambo

I think she Anglo, so I told her ass that she can't go

She on the 'Gram 'stead of watchin' her little man grow

Cut from a different cloth, you can only reap what your hands sow (That's it)

What's God givin' is Ran's flow