Boldy James & The Alchemist Don Flamingo Lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James]
It's really life (it's real life)
It's real life
Yo

[Verse 1: El Camino]
I woke up and grabbed my gun right off the coffee table
Constantly gazin' and daydreamin' about a bankroll (word up)
I tried to ghost ride the Range Rov' (skrrt)
I had a quarter-pound in the backseat
And probation right on my ankle
I go to church to pay my tithes, yo I'm forever thankful
I'm still pourin' out Hennessy just for my fallen angels (RIP my niggas)
I still keep the hammer on me, you gotta be cautious
Catch an early morning flight, shit makin' me nauseous
I guess it was sacrifice that made us the bosses
Flight after flight, bitch after bitch, made me exhausted
You wanna win, just ball harder in the fourth quarter
You bein' p*ssy just lead to extortion
See how you crossed the line, and I made her snort it?
I feel like Mondays is made for Porsches
I don't speak to many niggas because they lack importance (hahahahaha)
You talkin' money? Step into my office
A few execs hit my line and made a few offers (they ain't talkin' about nothin' though)
But I ain't hear a million yet, ain't no need for talkin' I'm already a quarter in on some independent (on some independent)
I talk about the shit I sold because I really lived it (real shit)
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Middle finger to the magistrate (f*ck 'em)
I fell asleep, Sig Sauer on my abdomen
10 hour drive then, back and forth to [?]
Pack was short, touched down from the port to the [?] (skrrt)
Fully activated, we be aggravated in traffic (it's on)
Tapped in with Somalians, parlayin' with Africans
Bag-snatchin' with the robbers, we be gafflin'
Trappin' with the mafia, mobbin' with advocates (what else?)
Come to that revenue muscle, forgot we was professional
Grew up in the ghetto where them llamas was accessible
Never received a medal, but my honor was congressional (100)
Live from the confessional, let auntie test the blow
Gave her fifty credit, she cleared her debt then bought me 7 more
Sippin' a Pellegrino with Al and El Camino (fam)
Workin' the pot, bet I can make it jump from the free-throw
'Member that one time I robbed Domingo?
Just another has-been with a glass chin
These niggas Don Flamingo
What else?