NEW Br33d, Boldy James - When It Unfolds Lyrics

Ok now listen as I grab the mic
And tell you about the cold-hearted and sacrifice
I'm talkin real thuggas that move savage-like
Strip yo ass naked, do anything for some cash and ice
And also do anything for some bragging rights
Whippin up the soda, that wasn't to fix a appetite
But more like whippin, so you could bag the white
Hit the fiend jack, then proceed to jack the price
Yeah, on agreement so they meet at the site
One time offer my nigga, they wouldn't ask you twice
Its a setup, then shit, its gon come back to bite
Leavin wit some chains, cause niggas just wasn't half as bright
Yeah, see these niggas been trappin half they life
Claimin they the hardest, some niggas just don't act the type
They just do what they can, tryna earn up they stripes
Following a g-code, everyday and every night
Hard lifestyle in the hood, its nothin light
Missin out a piece of the pie, that shit will leave you tight
Lot of family feuds, when the brothers fight
Just because they takin a dope game to newer heights, yeah
Another bagged up, another one sold
Another one down from a gun blow
Another real nigga, livin one code
This the story of the hood, when it unfolds
Its concrete, we took the dope game to newer heights
Smokin weed, sellin cocaine, duckin the blue and white
Shootin dice on nights I fell in them deuces twice
Had to double down on my bag, four hunnid thousand in cash
And I won cuban ice, but now my cuban iced
Cuban connect on the dust, plus I can move the ice
Remember shootin pints, pourin up a deuce wit Sheist
Touchin down in the tuck, bumpin into Q and Mike
Crystal ballin on orange crust, I had to chew or bite
Lookin all around for the tusk, and not a blue in sight
Two hunnid grams on the countertop in the tube of rice
Had to bust it down with the clutch
A couple ounces of runtz, sippin juice and a sprite
Just to get through the night
Half a brick stashed in the lamp, had to unscrew the lights
Neppy charging me fifty-two a slice
He never seen a couple thousand rps turnin up through the pipe
Another bagged up, another one sold
Another one down from a gun blow
Another real nigga, livin one code
This the story of the hood, when it unfolds

Ok now listen as I grab the mic
And tell you about the cold-hearted and sacrifice
I'm talkin real thuggas that move savage-like
Strip yo ass naked, do anything for some cash and ice
And also do anything for some bragging rights
Whippin up the soda, that wasn't to fix a appetite
But more like whippin, so you could bag the white
Hit the fiend jack, then proceed to jack the price
Yeah, on agreement so they meet at the site
One time offer my nigga, they wouldn't ask you twice
Its a setup, then shit, its gon come back to bite
Leavin wit some chains, cause niggas just wasn't half as bright
Yeah, see these niggas been trappin half they life
Claimin they the hardest, some niggas just don't act the type
They just do what they can, tryna earn up they stripes
Following a g-code, everyday and every night
Hard lifestyle in the hood, its nothin light
Missin out a piece of the pie, that shit will leave you tight
Lot of family feuds, when the brothers fight
Just because they takin a dope game to newer heights, yeah
Another bagged up, another one sold
Another one down from a gun blow
Another real nigga, livin one code
This the story of the hood, when it unfolds
Its concrete, we took the dope game to newer heights
Smokin weed, sellin cocaine, duckin the blue and white
Shootin dice on nights I fell in them deuces twice
Had to double down on my bag, four hunnid thousand in cash
And I won cuban ice, but now my cuban iced
Cuban connect on the dust, plus I can move the ice
Remember shootin pints, pourin up a deuce wit Sheist
Touchin down in the tuck, bumpin into Q and Mike
Crystal ballin on orange crust, I had to chew or bite
Lookin all around for the tusk, and not a blue in sight
Two hunnid grams on the countertop in the tube of rice
Had to bust it down with the clutch
A couple ounces of runtz, sippin juice and a sprite
Just to get through the night
Half a brick stashed in the lamp, had to unscrew the lights
Neppy charging me fifty-two a slice
He never seen a couple thousand rps turnin up through the pipe
Another bagged up, another one sold
Another one down from a gun blow
Another real nigga, livin one code
This the story of the hood, when it unfolds