Boldy James & Cuns – FOOT PRINTS (Audio, Lyrics)

Boldy James collaborates with Cuns for the new “Foot Prints” track. The piece coming from the forthcoming ‘BE THAT AS IT MAY’ project was produced by Cuns. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song, mp3 download.

Boldy James & Cuns Foot Prints

Boldy James released a new single this week with Italian producer Cuns titled “Foot Prints.” The smooth boom-bap track is the lead single off their upcoming collaborative album, Be That As It May. Moreover, the album drops on December 14th. Moreover, it follows the rapper’s last 2022 project, Mr. Ten08 with producer Futurewave.

Boldy James & Cuns – Foot Prints (prod. Cuns)

7 December 2022
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2022 Tuff Kong Records

Lyrics

[Intro]
Talk to me
Ayy, I talk back
BlockWorks

[Verse 1]
Ain’t a nigga in my city that don’t know me for trapping
Ask that nigga, “Did he have a Benz before he was rapping?”
I remember pushin’ yams, selling dope in the Saturn
Before I ever took an advance the Rollie was platinum
Shook hands with some niggas that don’t know me from Adam
Took it and ran, next one on me fam, I owe you for that one
Bust-down Cubano bracelet on the wrist that I cooked with
To remind me of them grits and them zips and that good sip
Caught a fish and I hooked it, all the risks when we took trips
Niggas stepped on the work so good left a footprint

[Chorus]
Footprints in the sand, my Jesus walk with me
Yeah, it’s ConCreatures the fam, you know we all city (Ayy)
Talk to me, I talk back, now let’s talk about it (Uh-huh)
I turn your block to a blackboard and put some chalk around it
Where we at?

[Verse 2]
Slide in Bentley ’round the city on skinnies with shivs
Out of town with them plates getting fifty a clip
Niggas living on oasis to get hit with a Sig
Three bodies on the striggy, can’t get jiggy with this
Whole thing, half nine-piece, split or a bean
I’ve been doing this since back when Mel Gibson was Riggs
Lift the wick on that Roman candle, stick as big a twig
Fell asleep in the bando, I used to live in the Spig
Broke dance the whole satchel got some blow to hit harder than shrapnel
In front of you claim, if you ain’t gang, I’ma tax you
Used to play in Saint Matthew versus Melvin [?]
Read a text from my brother Wayne, “That nigga Delvin, he dead”
Put my hands on my head, sent a prayer for my mans
Told him when God send my flight, just to be there when I land
It’s still ConCreatures

[Chorus]
Footprints in the sand, my Jesus walk with me
Yeah, it’s ConCreatures the fam, you know we all city (Ayy)
Talk to me, I talk back, now let’s talk about it (Uh-huh)
I turn your block to a blackboard and put some chalk around it
Where we at? Let’s get it