Boldy James & Real Bad Man – All The Way Out (Audio, Lyrics)

Boldy James & Real Bad Man unveil the new “All The Way Out” piece of music produced by Real Bad Man. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Boldy James & Real Bad Man All The Way Out

Boldy James was applying pressure throughout 2021, starting with the release of Real Bad Boldy, alongside Real Bad Man. The two are back at it with a brand new joint effort on the way titled, Killing Nothing. Today, they’ve unveiled a new single off of the project, “All The Way Out.” With Boldy delivering the bars and Real Bad Man laying down the production, they deliver yet another exceptional record that has us anticipating what they have in store on Killing Nothing.

Boldy James & Real Bad Man – All The Way Out (prod. Real Bad Man)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I might tear up if I give you the clear cut
All I been through and all that they can tell me do is cheer up
I heard bro name popped up in some paperwork
He got a lotta smut on his rep he gotta clear up
Ain’t tryna hear much like I got on some earmuffs
I been schooled rap, let’s see them pull a chair up
Fully auto chopstick with the hair switch
We be thuggin’ in the project more than a Blair Witch
All of these carats in my rolo, dolo on the block
Why you roll around with 20 niggas like a scared bitch?
Pussy nigga know my body I got framework
Type of nigga get a nigga whole gang murked
Give a fuck about the narcs or the blue and whites
Only worry ’bout them undercovers in them plain shirts
Ain’t ride for your gang member shouldn’t rep his death
Be them same fake lame niggas who don’t ever step

[Chorus]
If I don’t got it on me, then brodie got it on him
And he gon’ crash all the way out (And he gon’ crash all the way out)
[?] I just caught a play out
The shit was all bad before I saw it play out
Doing the hokey-pokey, I put one foot in the other foot
He had it all the way out (big step) (foot he had it all the way out)

[Verse 2]
I’m stuck in this shit
Plug hit me with a bad batch now I’m stuck with this shit
Drum roll’ll get to kickin’ ain’t no Jackie Chan
AR autograph a nigga block up, I’ll crack a fan
Leave a spliffy in his casket, gucci dapper dan
Heard them niggas want smoke, with blocks we can match a gram
Half a band for this chop, bought it half of
Let off half a clip, came back and [?] after we [?]
Don Juli in my ghetto, we who got the strength
Playin both sides against the middle, niggas not exempt
Airing shit out the only way I know how to vent
None of your niggas not killers they just got attempts
I make this shit look easier than Robin Thicke
80k in my left pocket left a wallet print
Seen my first brick of caine in the trap with Tino
Double coffee cup full of drank this ain’t no cappuccino

[Chorus]
If I don’t got it on me, then brodie got it on him
And he gon’ crash all the way out (And he gon’ crash all the way out)
[?] I just caught a play out
The shit was all bad before I saw it play out
Doing the hokey-pokey, I put one foot in the other foot
He had it all the way out (big step) (foot he had it all the way out)