Scrape the Bowl
Boldy James & The Alchemist Lyrics

From Detroit to Buffalo, we love to smuggle blow
We enjoy trafficking drugs from Detroit to Buffalo.

Soon as the pack landed, I let a couple go
As soon as the drugs arrived, I sold some of them.

Michigan, back to New York, keep running up the pike
After selling in Buffalo, we continue to transport drugs from Michigan to New York.

We turning up at night, I just earned another stripe
We party all night and I gained more success in my drug trafficking.

90 East and 94, ducking the state patrol
We avoid getting caught by the authorities while driving on interstate highways 90 East and 94.

I had to move safe and low, 'specially 'cause my face was known
I had to be cautious and avoid attention since I was recognized locally.

Free all my hitters in the clink just tryna make parole
I hope that my incarcerated associates get released on parole soon.

I'ma still scrape the bowl 'til the day you make it home
I will continue to sell drugs until my incarcerated associates are released from prison.

We need a place to pitch, ain't a mound, get a brick, break it down
We need a location to sell drugs, get a kilogram of drugs, and divide it into smaller quantities.

Hit a lick, take you down, take a city, rape a town
Commit theft, take over a city, and dominate smaller towns with drug trafficking.

80 big ones in the ceiling, tell that bitch, "Don't make a sound"
There is a lot of cash hidden in the ceiling that we must safeguard, and we better not get caught.

'80s babies still in prison, wish that I could break him out
Our associates who were born in the 1980s are still incarcerated, and I desire to free them.

Stood up and he made us proud, told him, "When I make it out
One of our associates represented us well, and I promised him that once I am out of prison.

We ain't gon' have to risk our life no more, I found a safer route"
We will not have to put our lives in danger because I have discovered a safer method

I just shot a kite to bro, he put me on a paper route
I just sent a letter to my associate, and he helped me secure a job delivering newspapers.

Now we on the road, 36 Os wrapped up in paper towels
We are now on our way, carrying 36 ounces of drugs wrapped in paper towels.

My witness ain't show up to court, the judge, he had to weigh the trial
My witness did not appear in court, and as a result, the judge had to re-evaluate my trial.

They say I got a morbid sense of humor, but that made me smile
People say I have a disturbing sense of humor, but hearing it still brings me joy.

Shout out to my shooter, when he drill you, that's a flagrant foul
I give a shout-out to my hitman who will play rough and foul when he executes his job.

Just put in for his appeal, he told me it might take a while
I recently filed an appeal for my associate, and he warned me that it may take a long time to resolve.

Told him, "Ain't shit but some time, just make sure that you make it count" (uh huh)
I told him that time is all we have, so make sure that he uses it wisely.

"And when you get back out that bitch, don't let these niggas take you out"
When he is released, he should be cautious of those who might cause him harm.

Or trick you out the street again, these bitches out here chasing clout" (juh)
A woman might deceive him back into the streets, where people are obsessed with gaining popularity.

Make sure you double-count it, give a fuck how long it take to count" (yo)
Count the money twice no matter how much time it takes to ensure that it is accurate.

I channel my thoughts, dope in my scale, hand on my fork
I focus my thinking and sell drugs with my scale and utensils.

We hustlers, prices double up when it land in New York
We are hustlers who charge double for our drugs when they arrive in New York.

Wait, name a clique with a rep substantial as ours
Tell me a group of people who have the reputation and influence we possess.

And the work so good, all the fiends compare you to God
Our drug's quality is so exceptional that addicts put us on a pedestal.

Dope shooters walk my block like it's the Land of the Lost
Drug users roam the area frequently looking for their next fix.

I gave back to the ghetto, they never hand you awards
I contributed to my community's needs, but no one ever rewards you for such actions.

Cool, this for the homies that's dead, ain't in the yard
This song is dedicated to my deceased friends who are no longer with us.

All the road trips to cop work what got my stamina strong
Enduring the long journeys to purchase drugs helped me develop strength and endurance.

I got my bitch putting animal on
My girlfriend helps me distribute drugs by using our 'brand' named Animal.

I got my first brick and copped cameras for the crib and the alarm
I invested in security cameras and an alarm system for my house when I acquired my first kilogram of drugs.

Two Os in the V like that Canada squad
I have two ounces of drugs in my vehicle, similar to Canada's Olympic hockey team's emblem of a stylized V.

Magic in the pot like I whip grams with a wand, yeah
I am skilled at cooking drugs, and it seems like magic when I turn them into powder.

This for the money, the hundreds left in the basement
This song is about the money I have hidden in my basement.

The stash box we only touch on special occasions
We have a secret box of money that we only use for special events.

Y'all not up 'cause y'all do it just to get famous
Others are not successful because they only sell drugs for attention and fame.

The plug hit me back, and I been destined for greatness
The person who supplies me with drugs responded to my call, and I am convinced that I am meant for success.