Phone Bill – Boldy James & The Alchemist

Tryna tell you bruh, this shit hurt
I’m only human baby, or am I?
Creatures

Lost Slick, lost Tune, that’s a double pain
Glass blocks in them visit rooms through that double pane
When Vito died, it’s like nobody could feel double pain
But our brother James, let see the world, we got so much to gain
The game done took so much from us, thought the hood loved us
Draco and Bean say, “Let’s take off on this money train”
I’m in the fifty me and Mari, coke brown and chopped
Marty at the office, Streets and Taj holdin’ down the block
My nigga Icy’ll pull up and catch a whole bid
You talk to Keith, he tryna meet me, woop up on the crib
I caught a sixty and two nineties, we be juugin’ ears
Sellin’ heroin, remind me of Romello pops from “Sugar Hill”
Just seen Mokeem, welcome home to my nigga Chill
Feds put that plea deal on the table and he took the twelve
This Mafia shit so for real, I can’t stress it enough
It’s ConCreatures, you know the drill when my Mexican touch

Made a mountain out a mole hill
Made a killin’ on that road, that’s a roadkill
Vacuum sealin’ up them bows out in Roseville
Just last month, I could barely pay my phone bill
Now I’m sippin’ good, prayin’ that my cup don’t spill
In the hood with them body snatchers, catchin’ cold kill
Some people can’t believe this shit because it’s so trill
But that’s the penalty of leadership, for bein’ so real

Dope in that Pyrex, it look like granola, oatmeal
All out of favors, no more extra credit, can’t get no deals
Phone can only receive calls if I don’t answer
Hang up, and call me right back, I’m probably on Flanders
Snatchin’ up beanies for my auntie who got throat cancer
Payin’ twenty, gettin’ thirty-four, they call me Bo Sanders
If you done saw what I done seen, it’d make your eyes bleed
Authoring in slow-motion, livin’ life at high speed
My father told me slow down, I’m tryna speed it up
Don’t need too much, something to eat, money and weed enough
They get the ups from out the blue, it ain’t no freezin’ up
Bet they get left before we do, it ain’t no leavin’ us
I told my plug to hit you off, you better keep in touch
Or we gon’ smoke his boots off and make him eat the dust
These bitches had me out my bag, I had to readjust
And they don’t wanna see me up, rather see me in cuffs

Made a mountain out a mole hill
Made a killin’ on that road, that’s a roadkill
Vacuum sealin’ up them bows out in Roseville
Just last month, I could barely pay my phone bill
Now I’m sippin’ good, prayin’ that my cup don’t spill
In the hood with them body snatchers, catchin’ cold kill
Some people can’t believe this shit cause’ it’s so trill
But that’s the penalty of leadership, for bein’ so real