Lyrics 50 Foot Razor Blade - BOLDY JAMES, Peechie Green

50 Foot Razor Blade

What else?
And send it up in flames
It’s game time, it’s time to kill the game
(It's only us) Light a match then you blow the joint
Blocks
Like sliding down a 50 foot razor blade
Landing into an alcohol river
They talk a good game, but they not at all killers
And my pain run deeper than Pac on malt liquor
I’m talking (Pain)
I lost my Uncle James to that Heroin
You never felt pain 'til you felt mine
Was too pressed for time
I had to stress to moms
Don’t put up the house cause i’m a run
Just had my burn
A million ten percent
That’s a honey bun
Niggas never been through shit so I don’t feel them none
Cause pain is love and love is overrated
You only as good as your plug and money is the motivation
Champagne for the pain
No pain no gain
Watched it all go up in flames
And it left quick as it came
First mistake that I really made
Fucking with these wishy washy niggas and their bitchy ways (Bitchy ways)
Jealous hearted even envied me
Wanted what I had and all I did was hustle constantly
Put my work in
Took everything for me the tenth time
Pussy niggas (All this on me six times, bitch)
Got to grind like wine when I made mine
Name got hot in these streets when I bought mine
A real hustler push off anything (caine, blow, pills, weed, drank,
I’m in every game)
The realest nigga since Jeezy
Nigga don’t believe me shit I put that shit on Peechie
Champagne for the pain
No pain no gain
Watched it all go up in flames
And it left quick as it came