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Boldy James - Fear Of God Lyrics

Fear of God Lyrics[Intro: Boldy James]
What else?

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
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 еven hear the shit
Racks bustin' out thе 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

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
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)