Triple Platinum lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James]
I should've stayed gone
Hit the road, jack
When I left
Drug zone (I should've stayed gone, don't you come back), yeah
When I left
Should've been took off (Jack and the beanstalk, I should've stayed gone)
Never to return
When I left
Money to burn
I should've stayed gone
Where we at?
Uh-uh, uh

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
It's Bo Jackson, came up on 'caine and all blow action
Case you wonderin' what I did way before rappin'
No gassin', shiftin' in first, watch me blow past 'em
No lackin', heard he got spankеd and I'm Joe Jackson
No caption, knocked this sh*t loose, did it old-fashionеd
Toe-tagged him, bro still at large, pray they don't snatch him
Can't even front, you was shook when they showed up
With that piece-of-sh*t 9, prayin' that sh*t don't happen
Yeah, he got off, but he dead soon as bro catch him
Down bad, thirty-round mag, it ain't no scrappin'
This is a marathon, you start off fast
Then you wheezin' in the back, n*ggas prayin' that I don't lap 'em
[Chorus: Boldy James]
In my city, I went ghetto gold
But on that road, I went triple platinum
Ain't no n*gga never took nothin'
But consent on hatin' sh*t about me if you ask 'em
In my city, I went ghetto gold
Lookin' at ten, still pistol packin'
In my city, I went ghetto gold
But on that road, I went triple platinum

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Had to break a brick down in fractions
Twist it down, then I let it dry off on a napkin
First time was a bird of raw and some crud
Now this my third time runnin' off on the plug
While all these n*ggas earned a Boston in the club
To get a rap n*gga touched run you 'bout a dub
My hitter made a n*gga somersault with the sub
f*ck the money, he just did this sh*t off of the love
All of my pillheads bring me coffins of the mud
Bottom of my b*tch heels red, she be walkin' in blood
You know we pull up in convertibles with two seats
Ten birds in two weeks, been tryna turn over a new leaf
What else?

[Chorus: Boldy James]
In my city, I went ghetto gold
But on that road, I went triple platinum
Ain't no n*gga never took nothin'
But consent on hatin' sh*t about me if you ask 'em
I got n*ggas came home on parole
Lookin' at ten, still pistol packin'
In my city, I went ghetto gold
But on that road, I went triple platinum, let's get it