Released on March 8, 2012

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[Intro: Boldy James]

Bo

Can't handle the truth

Truth be told

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ConCreatures

Hully Gully

Who the fuck is you to judge me?


[Verse 1: Boldy James]

I grew up a fucking screw up

Got introduced to the game watching my grandmother shoot up

And the veins pop in her skin

Pull out the syringe at the table head nodding again, damn

And my grandfather was a gangster

Finger roll chain with the cross and an anchor

Taught me talk was cheap

Look both ways before I cross the street and don't talk to strangers

And how to ride my bike at five years old

He let me go when he took off the trainings

I learned how to count from playing dominoes

Slamming the bones when I put 'em on the table

Then I lost Tonya my next door neighbor

Her own brother choked her to death after he raped her

Through hard times mama raised a Hell raiser

Besides God himself, nothing can save us


[Chorus: Boldy James]

I shed so many tears other niggas can't admit it

Cause they ain't living, I hate to say this ain't living

So many years under pressure made me envision

A better living, type of place to raise kids in

Most of my peers still in jail, or ain't living

Dead or in prison, upstate, putting their bids in

Where you gotta make split second decisions

Just tryna escape from this hell that we live in


[Verse 3: Vital Nickademus]

Since a youth Nick been violent

It's in my roots to be slick and defiant

It's the truth I'm the shit you can't deny it

Till I'm rich with loot serving nicks to my clients

Got a 4/5th to shoot, on my strip move in silence

First to come, last to leave

Till my work is done and I stash my cheese

The city is mines, Detroit city of crime

Nick Bruno a silverback gorilla

In a 'lac silver and black on spinners

Matched in a silk and black chinchilla

Strapped with the magnum

Silver and black I'm the wrong nigga

This for my ConCreatures doing life

It's ConCreatures, say it twice

It's a periodic cycle in these streets

Gotta feed Terrance, Tristan, Tyler, and Tariq

For parrots I got a rifle if they speak

They'll perish, I'll put that on the Bible if they sleeping

It's ConCreatures vital nigga demons


[Chorus: Boldy James]

I shed so many tears other niggas can't admit it

Cause they ain't living, I hate to say this ain't living

So many years under pressure made me envision

A better living, type of place to raise kids in

Most of my peers still in jail, or ain't living

Dead or in prison, upstate, putting their bids in

Where you gotta make split second decisions

Just tryna escape from this hell that we live in