Days Go By lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James]
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[Verse 1: Boldy James & Mafia Double Dee]
I'm the one they counted out, voted less likely to succeed
But now we so up these n*ggas can't even hit the weed
They loved it when I bottomed out, hoping I'd never count them Ms
Can't count if you can't count me in, been rich since like 2010
Married to the street but this b*tch keep tryna divorce me
The Porsche cool but I need the new coupe with the horsey
Two ginger shots in my mango smoothie I should pour up in
How the f*ck these n*ggas ghetto boys when they ain't even grow up in it?
Every time we go to funerals, I snuck my pole up in it
Killers like Von and Boonie Moe, these pus*y n*ggas know we did it
Suspended license, still coming up off the shoulder with it
Hate when these n*ggas always asking prices when they know the ticket
Bro don't just want them n*ggas dead, he tryna overkill 'em
We don't just stand up on business, we stand up over n*ggas
Last time a n*gga lost his life, my youngin overdid it
Like why would n*ggas play with us, sh*t, when n*ggas know we killers?

[Chorus: Boldy James]
It's 227 'til the day that I die
New MAC-11, might just let this four-five go live
Counting my blessings every day that go by
It ain't no pressure, n*ggas playing both sides gon' die
These n*ggas never made a play for them pies
You n*ggas never split a shake and some fries with your guys
Telling detectives, "IDK, do your job"
Ask me no questions and I tell you no lies, no lie
[Verse 2: Boldy James & Mafia Double Dee]
Outside in pneumonia weather, heater with that Etch-A-Sketch
n*ggas know we on whatever, when it's heat, we heavy press
n*ggas soft as polyester, work white as a wedding dress
Six pints on the dresser next to these iced-out sexy specs
Dirty Dr. Pepper, fell asleep, was high from hella Tech
Hundred and twenty 'bows of Method Man, felt like Inspectah Deck
Got all these Fs on my sweater, look like I failed a test
New Turbo 911, n*ggas right back like we never left
Been running laps forever, now I can finally catch a breath
Birds of a feather flock together why I left the nest
Get my eagle on with the Desert when I'm catching rec
First through the fifteenth, it's extra credit, I could barely rest
Feel like a bill collector, day and night, collecting debts
Me and my brother shoot together, we like Seth and Steph
Me and my twin, we stick together like Red and Meth
Man, f*ck a diamond tester, n*ggas need a lie detector test

[Chorus: Boldy James]
It's 227 'til the day that I die
New MAC-11, might just let this four-five go live
Counting my blessings every day that go by
It ain't no pressure, n*ggas playing both sides gon' die
These n*ggas never made a play for them pies
You n*ggas never split a shake and some fries with your guys
Telling detectives, "IDK, do your job"
Ask me no questions and I tell you no lies, no lie