Boldy James – Thousand Pills (ft. Stove God Cooks) (Audio, Lyrics)

Boldy James is back with “Thousand Pills” featuring Stove God Cooks. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Real Bad Man.

Boldy James Thousand Pills

Boldy James has been enjoying a stellar year, having dropped off a pair of gems in the Alchemist-laced The Price Of Tea In China and the Jay Versace-laced The Versace Tape. Between that and a newly-inked deal with Westside Gunn’s Griselda records, the Detroit lyricist has all the reason to kick back and await the holiday season with a satisfied smile on his face. And yet here he stands, ready to continue the streak with yet another new album, this time lining up Real Bad Boldy for a December 11th release.

Teaming with Real Bad Man behind the boards — that explains the 70s-action-flick-esque album title — Boldy has officially come through to deliver a new drop from the upcoming project. “Thousand Pills” finds the rapper sliding over some hypnotic boom-bap, a vibey backdrop befitting of Boldy’s film noir swagger. He comes in exuding quiet menace off the rip, his slick flow catching a pocket and never letting up. “Quarter brick Cubana cost a chicken, we be really brickin’,” he spits, in his opening lines. “Somethin like a vendor with the tenders and the finger-lickins.”

Boldy James – Thousand Pills (ft. Stove God Cooks) (prod. Real Bad Man)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Quarter brick Cubana cost a chicken, we be really brickin’
Something like a vendor with them tenders and them finger-lickings
Makin’ [?], know my niggas take it overboard
Concreature, drug zone, 76 overlord
Hell block, Curtis curb-side ’til the service dried
Southfield, raw still, no FN, thirty nine
First come, first serve, whoever was first in line
Still servin’ nines, work cleaner than some turpentine
In the towers on the rooftop with the grow growers
Hit the powder with the woo-wop, he like it hardboiled
Two zips in the pineapple Fanta, five hundred
Me and cutty in that Dawn, blue Skittles, gettin’ blunted

[Chorus: Boldy James & Stove God Cook$]
Thousand pills in the rented, in the hills gettin’ money
Sellin’ grams for a hundred, niggas still gettin’ fronted
Caught up in the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle
A natural, only nigga get the work through El Paso
Thousand pills in the rented, in the hills gettin’ money (Uh)
Sellin’ grams for a hundred, niggas still gettin’ fronted
Caught up in the devil’s lasso, whippin’ that pack for that cash flow (Uh)
Only nigga with more bricks than a castle (Uh)

[Verse 2: Stove God Cook$]
Four hundred thousand in the Panamera (Four hundred thousand)
The water foggy white, but the pot clear (Woo)
Threw the kilo off the ropes, hit it with the chair
Once the money there, it get weird
I had the feds tapdancin’ in my ear before Rick Rubin had a beard (Woo)
Before Mac felt it in the air (Rrah)
I had my youngin squeeze the MAC
Snatch your spirit out of your Amiri (Brr), it’s gettin’ scary (Bah-bah-bah)
Fourteen carat gold shovel when they bury you (When they bury you)
These niggas all milk, no cereal (All milk, no cereal)
If it’s less than thirty-six Cheerios
Please don’t hit me, I been stayin’ very low, clearly you know (Clearly)
Bein’ this lit get you snitched on (It do)
Bein’ too greedy, get the whip wrong (It do)
Forget about lil’ bruh and ’em get you switched on
Medusa crest on the chest got stitched on

[Chorus: Boldy James & Stove God Cook$]
Thousand pills in the rented, in the hills gettin’ money
Sellin’ grams for a hundred, niggas still gettin’ fronted
Caught up in the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle
A natural, only nigga get the work through El Paso
Thousand pills in the rented, in the hills gettin’ money
Sellin’ grams for a hundred, niggas still gettin’ fronted
Caught up in the devil’s lasso, whippin’ that pack for that cash flow (Uh)
Only nigga with more bricks than a castle