[Verse 1: Boldy James] I'm a lunatic, I got five on it once the doobie lit We was lockin' my room door, stuffing them Uzi clips Runnin' with hooligans, I put in my work Wipe the slugs and guns off with the tip of my shirt .223's, when we ride on our enemies And hit 'em up if they don't hit me up first And my army fatigued, it's still gunpowder on the sleeve Niggas get shot every day, B Pull down ya skirt before I lift it up Show the whole world you're pussy And how you niggas been some bitches since birth Cause we them Sig Sauer boys hittin' em where it hurts Twist a nigga cap back and pop a nigga with a squig and a squirt He dug his own grave, I'm just revealin' the dirt Got some bullets to chase a nigga to the end of the earth Until we meet again, I think, with death, I'ma flirt Give her that old evil grin and my devilish smirk
[Hook: Domo Genesis] Fuck y'all niggas, what y'all wanna do? Ugh Bumpin' my new shit, mobbin' with the crew, ugh Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool Let me know if it's a problem 'cause it's solving we could do, shit
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Dead bullies and Red Bull is all in his stomach With a couple bitches with whom relations ended abruptly Grab the Mickey and the coaster and sit it Now, I been sober a minute, ho, tell your soldiers, "Forget it" Spit it as cold as the frigid, dare me to host it and shit Just carry the flow to the clinic, carry the coast on my shoulders Various hoes in the whip, and they blowin' smoke at the chauffeur Carry the dope in they britches, bury a foe in the ocean, ugh I can't help it, it's Tan Cressida, gram sellers Pantera records and bodies stuffed in the damp cellar Far from the fronting, my niggas was in the back Yelling 'cause we came from nothing, like everything that you can't tell us Speak soft, sock a fan, shut the camera off Rap camp Camelot, cannon cocked, lick a shot "Bop, bop!" liquor slosh, bottom of the belly Bars lock hard, hitting like they squabbling with the celly grip
[Hook: Domo Genesis] Fuck y'all niggas, what y'all wanna do? Ugh Bumpin' my new shit, mobbin' with the crew, ugh Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool Let me know if it's a problem 'cause it's solving we could do, shit
[Verse 3: Da$h] Smokin' all the green, exhalin' dragon breath up out my nasal Order steak, rosemary with the basil It's too rare, get it off my table Way I pimp, should've stuck with the shrimp Dick stuck to her lips, the money stuck to my thumbs I'm spittin' rounds like a drum Bitch said her man was a bum and he think he got that bag Get her high and dog her ass, she tellin' me 'bout homie stash I listen up and roll my grass Before the blunt was even ashed, I hit my homie on the jack, like "Just got the word on what the lick read" Essex County, and he sitting on 'bout six P's Is you 'bout it?" He say "for sure" and we rushed to move Riding with my top gun like Tom fucking Cruise No license behind the wheel, blowing red signs I push that red line before fed time Get the flip and write a verse or two Nah, us niggas never heard of you Denzel in Training Day, motherfucker, I'm getting surgical
[Hook: Domo Genesis] Fuck y'all niggas, what y'all wanna do? Ugh Bumpin' my new shit, mobbin' with the crew, ugh Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool Let me know if it's a problem 'cause it's solving we could do, shit
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‘Reform School’ is the 12th song on the debut collaboration album by Detroit rapper Boldy James and producer The Alchemist, called ‘My 1st Chemistry Set’, aka ’M.1.C.S.‘. It features Da$H, Domo Genesis and Earl Sweatshirt from rap group 'Odd Future’.
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