Artist: Bolo Gah f/ Jim Kelly Album: Bolo's Kitchen: Blood, Sweat & Years Song: Fasten Them Buttons Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Jim Kelly] Fathom, King C, Begga Ooh, Long Axe, Dragonfly Come on, Come on, High side [Jim Kelly] Yo reality couldn't look sicker, I Pull out the paint brush quick to paint another picture My hills inescapable, My flows insatiable I don't trust broads, Oh well there go my stable The fairy tale life never captivated me I seen people live they life the way it shouldn't even be All I wants enough dough to lay low and maintain But then stress seems to rot at my brain at close range Got to thank the old Earth cause realities raw We tryna hold ourselves together like tits in a bra Bust shots till I fall like cleavage or Zenith Get high freak with, With beatnicks to sequence Lace mics with a half knot, Drug spot, Stolen cars Brother raise'n children leavin wifey in charge Even though it might kill me, The work aint hard You talk struggle God, Here's my card, Just call Motivation dies out, Till I stop and cried out Lie it out then get it back, That's what I'm all about With the wind at my back, Sun heatin up my heart Turn the hideous scenes into works of art, Come on [Chorus 2X: Jim Kelly] Push them baggies, Eat like a glutton Strap them boots up, Fasten them buttons He'll keep comin home boy that's nothin Beat that devil like you beatin percussion [Jim Kelly] People look and talkin shit when I don't give a fuck Bein black and iced out like hockey pucks, Nah Cause I've learned like sluts with perms Instead of gettin high all spring's the main concern Niggas want what they taught as American dream Even with a hundred million they don't want you on they team And the niggas that you grew with comin on some new shit Leanin on your hands out, Niggas that you knew split Everybody actin like they limbs built backwards Make a thousand dollars now they switch up tactics Forgettin all the people held it down when you downed them Browns for fathom, To call your ass clown Those hoes fuck the ugliest niggas with cake And try to trap the workin man when they belly ache, Nah Better get off your ass and make your own cash Like tight jeans and trickin be your only ghetto pass [Chorus 5X]