Boldy James – Roxycontin (ft. Westside Gunn, Keisha Plum & Tiona D.) (Audio, Lyrics)

Boldy James - Roxycontin (ft. Westside Gunn, Keisha Plum & Tiona D.) (prod. Jay Versace)

Boldy James unveils new “Roxycontin” song featuring Westside Gunn, Keisha Plum & Tiona D. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by Jay Versace.

Boldy James Roxycontin
Boldy James Roxycontin

Today, Boldy James came through to fire off his Griselda debut The Versace Tape, a joint effort between himself and producer Jay Versace. Considering the entire drop clocks in at an easily digestible twenty-minutes, fans of the man’s craft have no excuses not to peep this one post haste. And for those only now arriving due to the Westside Gunn co-sign, perhaps the closing track “Roxycontin” might be the perfect starting point.

In keeping with tradition, Versace blesses Boldy, Westside Gunn, Keisha Plum, and Tiona D with a stripped-down sample loop, triumphant and evocative of a cinematic crime saga. Setting things off is Boldy himself, never exuding urgency even in high-pressure situations. “Speeding in and let the car cruise, put me 50 Cent on them Ja Rules,” he spits. “Prices going up in the city, twenty-six fifty for a jar of blues.” Gunn contributes by way of a makeshift hook, swarming the mix with ad-libs as he reflects on how he and the squad altered fate with style.

Boldy James – Roxycontin (ft. Westside Gunn, Keisha Plum & Tiona D.) (prod. Jay Versace)

Lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James & Westside Gunn]
Mafia (Brr)

[Verse: Boldy James & Westside Gunn]
Love live life, forever our mood, told Con these niggas shark food (Ah)
Three bricks on the backseat, ridin’ four deep, that’s a carpool (Skrrt)
Speedin’ in it, let the car cruise, put me 50 Cent on them Ja Rules (Ah)
Prices goin’ up in the city, twenty-six fifty for a jar of blues
Twelve twelves and them lotto packs, same size a bottle cap
Feds followin’ my private page, think I’m dumb enough to hit the follow back (Follow back)
Run this shit to the graveyard, I was tryna pull a triple double
Had a spot off of Strathmore, behind the new wave off of Sixth and Hubbell (Ah)
Lost Joey, left a nigga puzzled, all it take is one, caught him with a couple
Back then, used to seem like all a nigga used to do was get in trouble
Got brodie caught up in the shuffle, hood took him under, caught up in the hustle
Fascinated by the street life, got tired of seein’ my niggas struggle
Now we hoppin’ out of space shuttles, 187 to designer fashion (Skrrt)
Had to round ’em up in a huddle, put a play together like I’m John Madden (Ah)
Line lookin’ like Soul Train, flame burnin’ off auntie eyelashes
So tied up in the dope game, a nigga couldn’t even see the time passin’
Where we at with it?

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Tiona Deniece]
We wasn’t even supposed to be here (Be here)
Fancy cars with the chandeliers (Skrrt, with the chandeliers)
Became ferocious in the dope spot (Ah, dope spot)
Gun shots make me comfortable (Brr, brr, make me comfortable, brr)
We wasn’t even supposed to be here (Be here)
Fancy cars with the chandeliers (Skrrt, with the chandeliers)
Became ferocious in the dope spot (Ah, dope spot)
Gun shots make me comfortable (Brr, brr, make me comfortable, ah)
Gun shots make me comfortable (Make me comfortable)

[Break: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, fuck y’all niggas
I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas

[Outro: Keisha Plum]
Your life is meaningless
Diamond chokers, snakeskin minidress
Never confess
Death is a reminder to the living
Grief is a gift that keeps on giving
All the niggas we done lost
This street shit came at a cost
Buffalo soldier, fully loaded clips
Dead bodies, duffle bags full of counterfeits
Stick to the script or I’ll remind you
Your life is meaningless
So very unfruitful

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