Bolide Noir (feat. JRK 19)

Grah, grah
Yeah, yeah, you know it
Jerry Production
It's the real deal
Damn

I shine like a star, before I pull it out, I clean it up (Grah, grah)
I got cash (Yeah, for sure), so JRK's getting big (Yeah, yeah)
On your block, we rollin' three deep, we need the money and the happiness, we need the glory (Yeah, yeah)
I don't take the hustle to heart (Never), I think: What if it all goes wrong?
What if it all goes wrong, what if it all works out, we opened up some wounds, we left some scars
I can't be homophobic (Never): My girl loves both
We kicked down the door, we didn't wait in line, we dodged the cops, we locked up some blues
You know the stakes, kid, prison ain't a game (Never, never)

We don't party
Rolex on my wrist, no Festina
But what's up?
Is there a problem, tell me (Is there, is there a problem, tell me)
SVR, not your average car (Yeah, yeah)
London to Paris, a six-hour drive
But I do it in four and a half (Grah, grah)
Whip the lamb like it's Formula One (Gang, gang)
When you've been through all the shit that I have
Everything else is a walk in the park
I told them I rap and they laughed at first
Now, we walk in the club and they know who we are
I'm not shaking my leg, but my jewelry dances
In America, chilling by the pool with a girl
Lucky I never been to jail, immigration asking if I've had any cases in the past

I talk rough, I'm rude, you know (Yeah, yeah)
I'm all alone in the black rocket (Damn, damn)
Getting out is the only story
For the newcomers, I have no more hope (Rah, rah)
Freedom for my brothers, I hope (Yeah, yeah)
On the road to success, I can't lose my way (Nah, nah)
How long has it been since I saw my dad? (Yeah, yeah)
I dreamed of ending up in Manchester (Rah, rah)

How's it going?
Everything's good
I made it out of the hood with my bros
So we stick with each other
If I'm hooking up with a girl, I don't trust her enough
Gotta cover my ass with a rubber
Bought a ride for my pops and my grandma
My brother, my cousin, my girl, and my mother
Remember, back then, I would suffer
And now I got cribs in four different boroughs
I'm in Paris, trying to drop some game
But they don't get it 'cause they're speaking French
Why she keep saying "wesh"?
I'm just trying to be direct
Rappers see me as a threat, so they leave me on read
When they put me on their track
They gotta rewrite their verse again
They gotta go pick up their pen, huh

We don't party
Rolex on my wrist, no Festina
But what's up?
Is there a problem, tell me (Is there, is there a problem, tell me)
SVR, not your average car (Yeah, yeah)
London to Paris, a six-hour drive
But I do it in four and a half (Grah, grah)
Whip the lamb like it's Formula One (Gang, gang)
When you've been through all the shit that I have
Everything else is a walk in the park
I told them I rap and they laughed at first
Now, we walk in the club and they know who we are
I'm not shaking my leg, but my jewelry dances
In America, chilling by the pool with a girl
Lucky I never been to jail, immigration asking if I've had any cases in the past

I talk rough, I'm rude, you know (Yeah, yeah)
I'm all alone in the black rocket (Damn, damn)
Getting out is the only story
For the newcomers, I have no more hope (Rah, rah)
Freedom for my brothers, I hope (Yeah, yeah)
On the road to success, I can't lose my way (Nah, nah)
How long has it been since I saw my dad? (Yeah, yeah)
I dreamed of ending up in Manchester (Rah, rah)

Jerry Production
How's it going?
Everything's good, I made it out of the hood with my bro
So we stick with each other
How's it going?
Remember, back then, I would suffer
And now I got cribs in four different boroughs