Boldy James & Nicholas Craven No Blemishes
[Verse 1]
I still can hear my gaga
Telling me that I need to be home before dinner time
Or the principal calling my name over the intercom
Weighin' up on my Digimon, I got them yings poppin'
Still can hear my screen swingin' open when my fiend knocking
Can hear them shots going off, whizzing past my head
Or the sound of the impact when I crashed my sled
Can hear my pops telling me he ain't got bail fare
He ain't gon' pay to bury me or push a nigga wheelchair
'Member my sister Ari calling me a crybaby
No matter what happen to me, I know shе got Jamie
Can hear my cousin Smiley scrеaming, "6 Mile YBS"
Can hear my uncle [keeper ?] telling me, "You got it, neph'"
Always running from the police, I had to park the Monte
Can hear them sirens in my ear from like two cars behind me
Can hear that glass shatter right before it hit his temple
Still can hear that old lady screaming out her kitchen window
[Chorus]
Got the most vividest, vaguest of images
On my resume, it ain't no stains or no blemishes
You can't put no smut on my name when you mention it
The gang I'm in you just can't claim without no membership
Been in this shit since I was eight, long live my nigga Brett
All this shit did was brought me pain and stole my innocence
Can't put too much cut on the X, that shit be hit-or-miss
Last grade I completed was the eighth, ain't been suspended since
[Verse 2]
All the crime, never did a stint
Should've went with my first mind, we end up gettin' flicked
Merging between them blurred lines with a brick of fent'
Remind me of the first time a nigga went to Flint
I still can see them state troops and them speed traps
Stash full of blues, pourin' the juice thick as beeswax
I still remember last thing my nigga Slick told me
Same nigga I feed'll be the same nigga that snitch on me
I can't recall how all this Creature shit had came about
Like yeah, I broke the law but that ain't shit to be ashamed about
Miss hearing Ms. Karen tell me it's never too much
Still feel my skin crawling watching my granny shoot up
My first Cartis came from off the Boston baked beans
I miss the look on shorty face off the eighteen
Still got one foot in, one foot out, it's like a jab step
Sick I had to watch my nigga Joey take his last breath
[Chorus]
Got the most vividest, vaguest of images
On my resume, it ain't no stains or no blemishes
You can't put no smut on my name when you mention it
The gang I'm in you just can't claim without no membership
Been in this shit since I was eight, long live my nigga Brett
All this shit did was brought me pain and stole my innocence
Can't put too much cut on the X, that shit be hit-or-miss
Last grade I completed was the eighth, ain't been suspended since
[Outro]
Let's get it
Goin' to school with too much money got my son suspended
Goin' to school with too much money
