Long Live Julio - BOLDY JAMES

'Cause the boys in the hood

Knowin' nothin' in life

Rest in peace Eric Wright

Let’s get it

Fourth hour lunch with Clue, Terrance, Will, Pierre, and Mike Stew and Bullock

Back when me and Gopher had to share a slice

Used to have fear of flights

Scrubbin' my toothbrush on a pair of Nikes

The strap with my shank for niggas scared to fight who love to carry knifes

They always warned me what came with the murder game, and rest assured me that

it carry life

For that Columbus run, I had been through Gary twice

Twenty Joe Montanas touchin' down on my Jerry Rice

Eighty in my secret garden, I tuck the Barry White

Look like a tomato in my cup, mixed with Cherry Sprite

Somethin' like Fredo in the cut, that’s a scary sight

Had that man afraid to look up, these niggas scared of heights

Lord, if I go to Hell, can I still wear my ice?

And if I did, just let me take my strig and a pair of dice

Told my mama, «Don't pray for me, pray for these parasites»

We pray for Paris, now we on the terrace out in paradise

Where we at?