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Boldy James – Could Be Worse (Audio, Lyrics)

Boldy James unveils the new “Could Be Worse” piece of music produced by Futurewave. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track.

Boldy James Could Be Worse

Boldy James Could Be Worse

Boldy James is emerging as 2022’s MVP. Following a string of incredible projects, he’s still cooking up more heat before the year closes out.

The rapper recently announced his forthcoming album, Mr. Ten08, which will arrive at the top of November. Today, he unveiled a brand-new single that emphasizes his unique sound. The rapper shared “Could Be Worse” this morning, produced by Futurewave, which serves as the follow-up to “Flag On The Play.” Futurewave’s production is enchanting and hypnotic while Boldy continues to showcase his lyrical prowess through his nasally voice and laidback delivery. He’s two-for-two with his latest offering, and it appears that Mr. Ten08 will uphold the high standard he set for himself throughout this year.

Futurewave is the latest producer Boldy James has locked in with for an entire project. He connected with The Alchemist on Super Tecmo, their follow-up to Bo Jackson. Earlier this year, he also joined forces with Real Bad Man for their second collaborative offering, Killing Nothing. Most recently, Nicholas Craven linked up with Boldy James on Fair Exchange No Robbery.

Boldy James – Could Be Worse (prod. Futurewave)

Lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James]
Ay

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
They call me Rocky Rhodes, over the Viking stove I’m icy cold
Like a peg-leg pirate, dope in the Pyrex
Soon as I cut the pilot on, time to turn up the temp
600 Degreez like that dreadhead from Hollygrove
Went from performin’ in kitchens live to rockin’ shows
Coppin’ from the Coney, now we swappin’ out at Pappadeaux
Thirty in the morning, grittin’ with a snotty nose
Big forty on me, I’m the wrong nigga to pick on
Heard they tippin’ on me, must’ve heard I got them bricks gone
Worker turned informant, had to dump all of my flip phones
Cup full of poison, I’m the real Jim Jones
Me and [?] still on the Hell in the fire and brimstone
Jeans reekin’, kerosene from the space heater
Ball cap, [?] mink and some Timbs on
Or with these bullshit Balenciaga [?] sneakers
Thuggin’ in the ‘jects, have a million worth of gems on

[Chorus: Boldy James]
‘Cause when the goin’ get tough, pick up and hit the road
Who the fuck can I trust? Who can I depend on?
Bad bitch strapped down with a brick and a half
Her ass lookin’ saggy like she got Depends on
Had to make sure it was that before we sent the work
Just pray to Lord we make it back, can’t risk me gettin’ searched
And if he try to double back before we flip the merch
Just put a little in the baggie, little in the purse

[Post-Chorus: Boldy James]
Your mans got you baggin’ up? It could be worse
Just put a little in the baggie, put a little in the purse
Just put a little in the baggie, put a little in the purse

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
I’m half [?], half eighty-milligram oxy
Three hundred racks annually, that’s fifty bands monthly
In the hicks, bogartin’ like your mans Humphrey
Loadin’ up on ‘codones and jeans, we be pants-huntin’
Whippin’ up in Polish Springs, got them grams jumpin’
Fam dumpin’, ninety in two days, got my hands crampin’
Thumbin’ through them Peewee Longways and them Young Lays
[?] that nigga [?] blinded in the sun rays
Broad day’ll turn a nigga to a Sun Chip
Or chip a nigga for my gang with them drumsticks
Leave a nigga mouth redder than some Fun Dip
Shoot outta town and pour a eight up in a Sunkist

[Chorus: Boldy James]
‘Cause when the goin’ get tough, pick up and hit the road
Who the fuck can I trust? Who can I depend on?
Bad bitch strapped down with a brick and a half
Her ass lookin’ saggy like she got Depends on
Had to make sure it was that before we sent the work
Just pray to Lord we make it back, can’t risk me gettin’ searched
And if he try to double back before we flip the merch
Just put a little in the baggie, little in the purse

[Post-Chorus: Boldy James]
Your mans got you baggin’ up? It could be worse
Just put a little in the baggie, put a little in the purse
Just put a little in the baggie, put a little in the purse

[Outro: Sample]
Ooh, my love
I’m told that you are a dangerous man, Arturo
I like that
It excites me

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