STIGMATA

[Intro: Boldy James]
What else?
At all
Where we at? 227
It's Blockworks
Game time, mafia, what else? (Grr-r-rt)
Let's get it
Ay (Uh-uh), ay (Uh)

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Been doin' this since a snot nose (What else?)
Ain't no comin' back when them shots blow (At all)
Remember runnin' back to Costo, like
"Bro, this shit got funky 'round the way
Had to dump three out the K"
Now he ducked off out the way (Ay)
Had to reroute the play
Drop a six in the pot, give it hops like Dr. J
Heard he down with my opps; "O.P.P.", "Hip Hop Hooray"
Fifty-drum on my Glock, dope beats, he ain't bout to play
Clean him up with the mop; got OCD, I love to spray
Plug called, he want his pape'
Cuz called, "I'm on my way"
Fell asleep smokin' weed, codeine in my Ocean Spray
Strongest cookie in the city, got exotic, all flavors
Hunnit bows at time, now that's what you call major
Dwellin' in that skyscraper, Mancho with the elevator
Stick on me, no fly paper; don't do no free felony favors
Tryna pull up and collect, my young'n keep tellin' me, "Later"
Both middle fingers up to the private investigator

[Verse 2: Lukah]
Moved in silence, get in and out, that's how the block work
Been around the girl; that ain't shit, I know how the blocks work
I'm out the dirt, CREAM I crave, it ain't shit to make a call
Cousin said he sendin' some bows, and I'ma move 'em all
Rough and rugged how I'm constructed, my chain, I never tuck it
Backwoods look like a pregnant bitch, [?] the fattest nuggets
Heard they want war, then so be it, we'll murk 'em all, fuck it
Stolen bucket, AR in lap, this ain't no fuckin' musket
Catch me out in public blowin' loud like Satchmo's trumpet
Hearin' trouble comin', I ain't runnin', bruh
Shit, my heater dumpin' off the hip
I stay equipped, will make a rapper RIP
Heard he talkin' lip, them dogs at him, nigga, that's off the rip
Ounces flip, turn them to Ps, I'll teach 'em thugamatics
Pistol addict, I gotta have it, bullets, they come sporadic
Semi-automatic stay on me, at home and out in traffic
Told you that we shootin' these actors, homie, this cinematic
Kush fanatic, I gotta have it, rollin' sweet aromatics
Frontin' killer? Then meet the .40, we can't be diplomatic
Unk will shave the rock while I roll, we call that multitaskin'
Nina apparatus, 'case suckers wanna be target practice
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, you know the rest, nigga
Bless, nigga; fuckin' with God, I bet you rest, nigga
Am who I am at all times, no need to impress niggas
Space a couple blunts through the day, so I don't stress niggas
"Get the cash" was drilled in my brain, G, all I know is "Get it"
Shotty got a drum on it, nigga, I call that heavy liftin'
South Memphis live and direct, I know they feel the tension
Accurate with the Sig, muh'fucka, I don't need an extension
Word