My First Offense - The Alchemist, BOLDY JAMES

Was in the wild with and Steve-O on that 4−2 dub

Screaming «Free Booboo and «You know my stylo with or without the airplane

Chiseling off the pack, serving smokers in the stairway

Never been the one to gossip with all the hearsay

There’s no blood, no foul in the field and ain’t no fair play

Now we on fire like a lighter and some hairspray

Parking a whole fleet of Range Rovers off of Fairway

My coat costs a band-aid the Moncler way

Remember my guy guy used to put my clothes in the layaway

Know they rather prefer that I did it their way

'Cause she’s a fucking ho and you love it, I wouldn’t care ye

Should hit up and add some ice to my reflection

Shit I might just add a nigga wife to my collection

In the hood for that bag, all this and finessing

Been to hell and back, still I recognize it as a blessing

The righteous my path exercising my demons

See death around the corner bleeding out on the cement

Getting fingerprinted and riding out from the precinct

This that one part of the game that come with the street shit

They used to mention delinquent and juvenile detention

In connection with all the recent shootings in the district

A lot of friction in the air, whole lot of turbulence

In my preliminary hearing on my first offense

Yeah, first offense

On my first offense

First offense