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I dont need to fabricate something to believe in If you dont believe it you should probably leave it Hundred one reasons why you think youre right Youre just scared of a contact in life We’ve been lost but we dont care We’ve been low but we dont care Does it really matter now? Everything we talk and touch Placing all my thoughts around, is this the product? Breathe in, let go, sinking, so low See where shine gold seasons cutthroat I think that church has very little to do with spirituality. I think its something you have to find in yourself. Its about expressing your deepest fears and your emotions and putting it in something. Its not about living in fear and praying and hoping youre not going to go to hell. Thats not very spiritual to me. Usually people hate what they are afraid of, its the classic story. I think that even goes back to Jesus. You know. They were afraid to understand him so they killed him. I dont disagree with a lot of the ideals he was trying to get across. I just dont like how people have used them to exploit others and make children feel guilty for having imagination and wanting to be individuals. Growing up its the life of the suicide Looking at the sky asking God if Im doing fine Writing out my dream should I try its a homicide Its another day looking down at my bloody eyes Take away my heart for today Take away my soul separate all these signs that consist in my head Im the snake with my skin that I shed Lay me down to the porch and Im dead Its the life of the suicide looking at the sky asking God if Im doing fine Am I doing fine? Am I doing fine now? I dont need to fabricate something to believe in If you dont believe it you should probably leave it Hundred one reasons why you think youre right Youre just scared of a contact in life We’ve been lost but we dont care We’ve been low but we dont care

Ive been trying my hardest To look at things a little differently But I cant drop my nonsense I gotta live with it, rather it lives in me I know that I just cant keep talking Because words slowly dont mean a thing When I have used them all so often Trying to go back is like trying to stop the rain Its always storming in this head of mine Sick of the weather here want to leave me all behind Sun has never been my cup of tea But Ill get down on hands and knees Sun bleach infinity Watch me burn Watch me burn Watch me burn Watch me burn Watch me burn

Pussy wanna talk till I show up in the dark No I never gave a fuck whats good Reason that they rot cause Im embedded from the top its the witch from the mother fucking woods Creep while they sleep, no life for the weak Enough dope for the month im good Everything is corny that you touching ever touching I dont want you then dont follow me Cause that becomes a lie Fall asleep in a box with the sword on the top Put the grass on that, pat it down real tough Im done its enough, Im done when I want Lemme sleep for forever let me smoke till its done First we set it up, then set it off If it aint the team I turn it off

I feel like uncle Jesse I feel like uncle Jesse I feel like uncle Jesse all these bitches tryna get me I feel like uncle Jesse when Im smoking with my bitch Im Flippin back my hair she got a man and she bout to ditch Young Stamos so you know my house is full Ten bedrooms all stuffed full of hoes Gold on the door, platinum on my ring Women say they like me they just like how I do my thing They see just where I be, they see just where I stay They tryna fuck with me so they can fuck me all damn day I feel like uncle Jesse your girl tryna undress me But imma keep my clothes on and smoke I feel like uncle Jesse you look like Danny Tanner My bitch look like Rebecca Your bitch look like Kimmy Gibbler

I can no longer breathe if you are not here so I dont I dont, I dont I can no longer see if you are not near so I dont I dont, I dont Everyday every way its all the same Everyday every way you blow me away Dont you know that you are everything to me my love? You are everything, you are everything You are everything I have ever dreamed You are everything You are everything I have ever dreamed You are everything You are everything to me So please wont you please believe You are the one that I dream about Close my eyes and see you on a cloud You are the one that I dream about Close my eyes and see you on a cloud

This land is your land This land is my land From California To the New York islands From the river forest To the Gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me Wake up in the morning yawning Grab a towel and I hit the shower Im stretching, pausing, thinking Why only 60 minutes in a hour? Why only 24 in a day? Why 365 a year? Cuz I know I didnt choose that shit That shit was chose before I was here Think its your land all you want Know the reason they blasting guns If you want food then you need the funds They dont run around banging for fucking fun Fuck being white, Im nothin You say you balling, you stuntin See I aint throwing money Bitch thats like throwing me Only reasons we dying You live your life inside the last Go to school, go to work then die Believe in a god, never wonder why Never think about space, never think about time My hearts beating too fast Tryna catch my breath but I cant Wake up as soon as I see the sun Cuz wasting seconds, I can Cuz deaths around every corner While youre worried about that mortgage Im smiling ear to ear While you slipping bitch and you falling I say motherfuck your dollars I say motherfuck your college I say motherfuck every year you waste Thinking that youre gainin that knowledge This land aint your land This land aint my land See brothers dying See mothers crying From the burning forest To the poisoined waters This land was made for you and me

No more wasting time with you, Im sick of it all, sick of it all No more wasting time confused, Im going South for the Winter I just wanna let you know that I wont be here when you come home I struggle to find the right words to tell you everything, everything thats on my mind I wanna tell you how I feel, feel for you I wanna tell you how I feel, feel for you Do you really feel that way about me? Do you really feel that way? Do you really feel that way about me? Do you really feel that way?

What? Bones SESH Smokin up all my dope Steppin up on the scene Women they know its Bones Razor blade in my jeans Got a Jaguar on Ds Motherfuck your Jordan 3s Im in a pair of shoes That got no name See all thrift shop til I bleed Im TeamSesh till I leave PlayStation I cheat That weapon code up in my zone playin GTA 3 Im not a rapper Im nothing Just a body up in my coffin Blunt in the night, smoke in the light Im the main reason you coughing Ridin round, ridin round Ridin round on your side of town Ride it out, ride it out Trunk knock in that bass loud

Please, stop All I want is to see your face in the morning Go to bed with my arms wrapped around you I know, life is short I just wanted you here with me I want tonight to be eternity

Diamond chain, diamond frames, shining up my diamond rings Diamond life, diamond flow, rolling up my diamond bones On the throne, blowing Os, thinking fast, rapping slow Hold the phone, let me go, let me snap into my zone Let me fade, let me swing, 150 in the lane Got the coke-white Caddy, gripping wood with the grain Dice in the mirror, ash in the tray Creeping, peeping in my mirror, waiting for the fuckin day Waking up inside the grave, smoke pouring out my veins Headstone start cracking and the Earth start to shake Breaking the mold when Im breaking the flow Snap back to reality, and now Im just a ghost

I stop for a second and breathe I shut my eyes and I see just what I wanna see The worlds too cold for a man like me And I didnt bring my sweater Spend my time on the edge of the world Just throwing rocks off the ledge I never hear a sound Still I throw like itll be loud But silence leads me down Eventually, youll see what I mean Eventually, youll see what I see And I just hope Im around for that And I just hope Im around for that Whats the point of living if youre not here with me?

Bitch we all stars in the dope show Teenage demon, black clothes, and some gold ropes You say you go, but you dont flow They think they know, but they dont know Flowing too heavy Bout to overflow I dont do drugs I just over dose Graveyard god Marble head stone young white pimp gone too soon I swear Im too smooth All my life Gold cuff link With the alligator shoes One, two, bones coming for you Fresh off of three four blunts Im up on your stoop Knock knock open up, but they wont let me in So I huff and I puff blow that motherfucker in Posted outside of the inn makin ends fuckin meet Ill cut your ass up put an end to your Leave you down on your knees face down in the street Snap back to reality Im gone with the breeze All my life Ive been better than all these rappers Matter of fact I aint rapping Just a corpse inside a casket All my life Ive been way better than these rappers Matter of fact I aint a rapper just a corpse inside a casket Dont wake me up Bitch dont wake me up Bones in the casket Dont wake me up Dont wake me Bitch dont wake me up Bones in the casket Dont wake him up

Lean to the right, then I lean to the left Hundred blunts to the neck, now I feel like death Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Lean back, let it snap, do your thang on that bitch, boy Its 2007, let it bang on a bitch Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Stepping on the scene in some cold white Bapes Rubberband wrist with the princess cut chain I be pulling out the lot, four wheeler switching lanes Cliché everything, bling bling, golden ring Bathtub full of cash, 5% up on the glass the lights, take your life when I pass Hundred one dimebags, smoking so the time pass Jolly Rancher candy paint, dripping like the pipes bad People call me ice man, chain like a lighthouse T-Mobile sidekicking, Bones so iced out 13 beepers, I got 36 phones 62 whips and they all on chrome Couple butter seats, bitch, my leather so soft Somewhere in your city with the top blown off Money out the roof, bitch, we all dying soon Step right, step left as I dance to my tune, aye Lean to the right, then I lean to the left Hundred blunts to the neck, now I feel like death Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Bet you cant do it like me, I been dead Starting to see space ships on Bankhead Sidekick filled up with blockheads Rubberband Man, keep the block fed Lean back then pop and roll Pop 3 pills then we pop some more Pop the fo and drink it slow You pass away and thats how it goes Money, rolls, cars and clothes, thats how all my partners roll Black hearse on 24s, thats how all the dead boys roll Multi-colored Bathing Ape, looking like a star Paint dripping, pussy dripping when I step out of the car When I pull up to the scene, I can tell they dont like me now Evisu jeans, make a bobblehead wipe me down Put your number in my phone, then leave me lone VVS stones, leave the herringbone at home Freak in the black, Bones breaking down a sack Lean back then snap, let your bones crack and fall back Pop a pill, that make you wanna kill Lean back, do your dance, and then youre dead for real Lean to the right, then I lean to the left Hundred blunts to the neck, now I feel like death Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Lean to the right, then I lean to the left Hundred blunts to the neck, now I feel like death Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy Crank that dead boy

What? What? What? Sesh, Bones, Dxrty, Rxdd Whats up, homie? Hey, let go twist this niggas cap back, man Yo lets do it! These pussy ass niggas always playin Dxrty Rxdd Like that nigga is a rookie, fuck you mean? I made the all-star team Call me Larry Bird, shootin niggas bout they green Boston Celtic-lookin nigga blowin hella fuckin trees Got them niggas girlfriends all on the fuckin knees When I hop out the fuckin goddamn black Jeep Im a Raider on the creep, never sleep I peep the shit around me Before them niggas doubt me and now them bitches like me That shit aint right, I dont like, I will fight If you take my family name, lose your life And thats the game til I stop Steppin on the scene and know Im grippin on that fuckin Mac Shootin at your fuckin butt, Im creepin up through the fuckin back Posted on the fuckin tack, Ill pack the straps up in my Mac Cock it back and let it fly, victim of a homicide Slidin in the fuckin ride, take you to the other side Stuff your body in the trunk, hit the fuckin countryside Drop your body in a ditch, then Im finna hit the switch Keep that .45 for any motherfuckers tryin to snitch Ridin with the fuckin clip, murder on my fuckin mind Bullet packed into my gat in case they try to blow my high Hop out, let it fly right into the fuckin sky Step up on your fuckin block My Glock, they know the fuckin hot

I want nobody, Im feeding on you know what we do Im not smoking , without you Youre on my mind and, baby, I gotta go Hope you know its night when I look at the window Sippin, drinking juice and smoking indo Smoke dope, thats forever Smoke dope, thats forever Looking at the stars Wondering where you are You are, you are, you are You are my heart Your hair, falls down Almost so gracefully Never forget you Bless my photographic memory Bless my photographic memory Bless my photographic memory I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Hard drive loaded up, blunts double encoded, what Zip up all your dreams, compress and right click, watch me open up Im the undetected, unprotected glitch up in the system Fry your shit, you buy your shit, I probably got mine sent to me Quick to call up infantry, see, I come from a different tree Matter fact, whole different land, I press you to the nth degree Best stop, looking for me, got to bump that f-stop Hailing from a land where shadows come with barrels that steady pop Ride motherfucker vroom vroom slide motherfucker zoom zoom Ride motherfucker vroom vroom slide motherfucker zoom zoom Ride motherfucker vroom vroom slide motherfucker zoom zoom Ride motherfucker vroom vroom slide motherfucker zoom zoom

Too many places Too many faces Too many names to forget, just face it Sometimes we all just need some time on our own to think And I think my time is now Cuz I can feel it in my bones Today I started to grow Apart from friends that I dont know Somebody get me out of here And take me to a place where noone knows my name I need to be alone for now I need to be alone for now Is it this air that turns me cold? This time of year I feel alone The wind blows and dries my skin These people keep to themselves All living in their own hell I need to get out of the place Im in Take me to a place where I dont know anybody Leave me alone for now Ive grown sick of every face that Ive known This keeps me up at night See outside but you cant see in My words dont penetrate the skin Nothing will ever seem to get through Walk past your problems and your fears The ones you love are left in tears Nothing will ever seem to phase you Take me to a place where I dont know anybody Leave me alone for now Ive grown sick of every face that Ive known This keeps me up at night I cant let go, Ill break, Ill fold Its got to be this air thats killing me I know alone is all Ive known And its old and Im cold, yeah, but it doesnt phase me Take me to a place where I dont know anybody Leave me alone for now Ive grown sick of every face that Ive known This keeps me up at night

Trench coat hanging, pipe bomb banging Teenage suicide, strapped with the razor Blood full of anger, sight full of strangers Coming with that danger, you droppin like an anchor No fuckin trust, no fingers on my gloves Back when I went to school, none of you bitches showed me love Now the propane blowing, you trynna run Trynna save face acting like you knew I was the one Save it, Save it I dont wanna know, I dont wanna know Save it, Save it I just wanna go, I just wanna go Save it, Save it I dont wanna know, I dont wanna know Save it, Save it I just wanna go, I just wanna go

We pull up, hundred blunts lit Thinking bout the next O Count the money, then its on to the next show Sun up, sun down, gotta get it now But I went and got it, so I gotta go and spend it now We pull up, hundred blunts lit Thinking bout the next O Count the money, then its on to the next show Sun up, sun down, gotta get it now But I went and got it, so I gotta go and spend it now Bitch I used to make them flips, I shoulda been in the Olympics School of hardknocks nigga, I was freaking suspended Im eating veggies, smoking weed, everything is nutritious Rappers hating on me, say hello to the villain Posted up in Bel Air, yeah I call it big willin Ego hella big now, I swear that shit reach the ceiling My team gettin paid now, its a wonderful feeling Every time we hit the club, gotta fuck up the building Club owner always tripping, wont let us in the building And you know my trees stink, like a pot of the chitlins Pull up in that muscle with my niggas, we piffin Im with my bad white bitch, call her Jessica Simpson We pull up, hundred blunts lit Thinking bout the next O Count the money, then its on to the next show Sun up, sun down, gotta get it now But I went and got it, so I gotta go and spend it now We pull up, hundred blunts lit Thinking bout the next O Count the money, then its on to the next show Sun up, sun down, gotta get it now But I went and got it, so I gotta go and spend it now I dont get paid every week, bitch I get paid every minute Since I dropped outta school my money been in attendance Dont you ever reach your hands out to me Bitch we did this on our own, let us eat No Sesh when the moon hit the street Bitch Im cashed, but Im still rolling like a freak We just slidin down the motherfucking highway No I never had a job, but Im feeling like its Friday Pool in the backyard, cars in the driveway I guess thats just what happens when I start to do it my way Since they see Im blowin everybody being nice now Bitch, back back, I aint got no room in my life now We pull up, hundred blunts lit Thinking bout the next O Count the money, then its on to the next show Sun up, sun down, gotta get it now But I went and got it, so I gotta go and spend it now We pull up, hundred blunts lit Thinking bout the next O Count the money, then its on to the next show Sun up, sun down, gotta get it now But I went and got it, so I gotta go and spend it now

You put your hand in mine and you said Hold on, dont go anywhere at all I was just about to say that Something about sometime we had way back Way back, way back, way back Way back, way back, way back Way back, way back, way back

MANA All I really know is swanging, fucking, & rapping and getting myself trapped in my thoughts Even if I dont make it out of there, I know I died a boss Pimpin might not be the way or even matter in the end If my mind is suspended in false reality, lets pretend I dont want it to be the case, otherwise, I would not worry about mistakes or be racing to get the cake But Im doing it just incase Fuck you gotta say, bitch it dont matter anyway Before I leave forever make a MANA text-to-speech Type out Mana loves you forever then just press to speak But until I rest in peace know that ima hold it down Like insane asylum nurse until I ride inside a hearse Shorty we had somethin good, its over now I know it hurts You thought there was a connection but you laggin yeah that shits tha worst You might think you cursed really Im the one afflicted tho I cant distinguish between reality and my visions So I pick & roll until I get the dough even if gotta kick the door Man somebody get this ho she wanna be more than a bottom bitch She wanna touch the monolith She wanna be a part of me Not gonna lie considered it, but you aint shit but a silly bitch Aint nobody on my tempo, my mental is ten fold Im puttin that on my kinfolk, Im pullin up in that Enzo Black on black, where the money at? Real tree camo wrapped smokin back to back, oh Ready to find a way ready to die today, oh Ready to find a way ready to die today, oh Yeah, what, what, what MANA, BONES, SESH Yeah, wait, wait Mana loves you forever

Jet pack on my back Laser beam on my waist All chrome everything like its 3088 Fresh fruit up on my plate Vintage shades on my eyes Motherfuck your whole life Motherfuck your 9 to 5 Flying cars in the skies Robots in the kitchen Space cubes in my drink Hologram chain glistens French doors on my rooms Penthouse on the moon Blowing smoke in my zone Stardust on my shoes Asteroids in my ring, meteorites up in my chain Ima fucking universe when my shit go bling White tee Looking like a franchise boy But its SESH till I rest Bringin that fuckin white noise On the big dipper sippin mixing honey with my team Wake up in a nebula fall asleep in a galaxy Whos ever after me promise they wont compare to me Money, drugs, diamonds; all that shit just aint a thing to me Lasers, beams, hologram rings 3088 when Im stepping on the scene Lasers, beams, hologram rings Its 3088 Bones stepping up on the scene Like SESH

Comin through with that flow Hoes know that thats Bones Im gone off in my zone Im zonin off on my dope See Jay rollin up more See El roll to that store See me Im up in that backseat and my feet out the window They go ham when I go They go wherever I show They gon do what I want Get me high when I feel low See Bones creep when its night They leanin off of that sprite Im sippin water Im spittin water Im triple H with that knife hold on Kickin raps and you spittin facts thats written trash knock em off the map Off the shelf put em in a box last nail in the coffin Drop, parking lot, dark or not, find me where the darkness stop Steppin up on the block with that switchblade in my fuckin sock I know that shit will never change no Automatic guns hangin out the window

Everything is fine Everything is fine Everything is fine You got your good things, and ive got mine

SESH Jump in like fuck is a drop I be everything you not Your biggest fear is the one in the mirror Doesnt steer you the way you would want Hands on the wheel let the time just pass Till no more sand in the hourglass Slipped through the middle to fall and confirm That you still got nothing now what did we learned Waiting for something thats never to show Kept the light on till you burnt out the bulb Wait up or get up and do what you set up Or complain forever about steps that werent taken I pity you But I got no time, I get rid of you Hang em out to dry, no interview No talking, just you and BONES alone in the darkness Pity you But I got no time, I get rid of you Hang em out to dry, no interview No talking, just you and BONES alone in the darkness What SESH I can never picture going on if you aint with me Empty I would be, I owe the apology I can never picture going on if you aint with me Empty I would be, I owe the apology

Got a body in the trunk, aint no turnin back My mama taught be better, Still I dont know how to act Its 1997 so Im ridin with the strap Been out for 5 years, but Im sure that Ill be back Back in the pen, just a life of hard crime Theres one too many dollars on my motherfuckin mind One too many rocks, now Im doin hard time Caught me servin on the block, say its only part time But you know the story, or at least how it goes You never want whatchu got till its all gone A hundred down the road, all the windows down I know a vacant lot that we can put him in the ground Im thinkin about my future, now Im thinkin about my child I wonder if I live to know the color of her eyes Looking at the skies, dont even believe in god Body in the trunk so theres no turnin around Got a body in the trunk, aint no turnin back My mama taught be better, Still I dont know how to act

People look at you today 20 years later and they still have no idea what youre about Tell me in a sentence who you are Nobody Im nobody Im a tramp, a bum mobile Im a boxcar and a jug of wine I got long hair like the Hanson brothers But when I flip the switch, Charles Manson coming That Marilyn Manson bumping The swisher sweet and Im gutting That TeamSESH get to thumping The whole block get to jumping Now my gums are numb Too crack for yall BONES lurking in the night Back, backing drugs Never backing slugs Only packing blades Im never lacking brains Lay you on you back, and you pray I dont represent no state I dont represent no city I dont represent no area code Fuck where you living These girls say that Im different So these boys wanna fight Better lock up your wife Keep your daughter in your sight Its the tribe with the high Its the gang with the flames Its the punks with the blunts Its the motherfucking team Glass in the street Rats in the hall Need at least 7 digits If you tryna get a call Bitch like Lara Croft Tomb Raider Glocks Pull up to the spot Catching waves in the yacht Bowling on top Tennis on the bottom Butlers bringing champagne Me, Im doing nada You can keep the Louis You can keep the Prada Rather ride hand me downs Whipping in Impalas Dreaming bout Paris Thinking bout my father Better charge the camera If you tryna catch the come up Cash, money, change Same one as Turk Back in 98 Young thuggin in the dirt Im putting in the hurt She lifting up her skirt She shining up my change Then she taking off my shirt Its the tribe with the high Its the gang with the flames Its the punks with the blunts Its the motherfucking team Glass in the street Rats in the hall Need at least 7 digits If you tryna get a call, bitch

Clean, clean, clean.. Im cool, Im rad Im good, Im bad Im cute, Im hot Im dope, you not I flow, you dont I roll, I smoke Im crack, Im coke Im high, Im low Im glad you mad Im smilin, you sad You lyin, you cryin You tryin but cant Im sippin, Im drinkin You home, you thinkin You see me, you wishin On my chains cause they glisten Like stars at night You loose, Im tight Im rappin, you cant Im water, Im fire Im ground, Im earth Im death, Im birth Im clouds, Im birds Im hard, youre Nerf You suck, I dont I fuck, I Im love, Im hate Im everything that you aint You hear me, you copy Im clean, you sloppy You pullin up in jalopies Bitch Im swervin off in that Rari Like its 1996 again Cold like its Michigan Yellow Testarossa what you find Bones whippin man Do this shit for my team You can sip that lean Imma sip my water Imma spit so clean Yeah, clean, clean, clean What? yeah, yeah Basically Im clean, Im clean Im clean, Im clean You suck Really though, youre just a fan Like, stop wastin time in your life Like youre gonna die and regret wastinall your time tryna be somebody else Fuck you Sesh

I dont need no money, I dont need no cars I dont need no bitches, like Im a fucking star But why you acting hard, you know you fucking not Ive been around your block, been up in your girls spot Bitch, she telling me all the shit that shell never tell you She been telling me all the ways that Im better than you Stop playing, Im the man and you know that its true In her dreams she getting fucked but you know that it aint you Vintage clothes, give up the flow She likes to go fast, Im fucking her slow People always ask how I got so sick I tell em ditch school, do drugs and never trust a bitch Underage and Im underpaid The best rapper, thats an understate Meant to make, I wasnt meant to make I fucking pop pimp, while you fucking fake Your girlfriend, she like me You best believe, I dont like her back She wanna fuck, Im just trying to lax While she trying to ride my Cadillac The lights down, the team up All we do is sesh, all we roll is blunts The lights down, the team up All we do is sesh, all we roll is blunts

Ayy My neck light up like some Tripp pants So cameras, they aimin like hitmans Dont give a fuck where your clique stand As long as its somewhere that we aint Never was such thing as free play So I know I spend my time I told him I get it like anyway Get on the stage and just Bitch, this the shit that I been preaching from the start Now the whole planet acting like they saw it from afar If you wasnt with us then, dont you get to acting out Saw you then, no words, strugglin then, laughin now Dont take no effort, we do it, no pressure Everything forever, we set up the standards put out the cones Watch where you go, eyes on the road Dont take no effort, we do it, no pressure Everything forever, we set up the standards put out the cones Watch where you go, eyes on the road SESH

Baby blue velour suits whenever I slide through Its 2002 riding in the Lex coupe Young jagged ash coming down parachutes Where the party at? Do-rag, orange suits 30-inch rims when I pull up expeditious Bought a gold steering wheel Its just what I was missing Ultraviolet lights makes the whole night glisten When you spittin those writtens It sounds like nothin that Im in to And she say the fuckin same She say my fucking name We aint lovin we aint fuckin We just starting up a flame Cigars full of drugs crystal champagne Aces on my feet AI when I play Silk by my bones Hoes leave me lone Call the fuckin phone and they get the dial tone Im gettin my shine on Im turning your shit off Im turning your life down Im turning my shit up When Im riding down the street, GTA 3 White skin, black pump Pop pop, let em bleed Big pinky ring and it sing bling bling My wrist chime in while my chain shine in Look This uh, d0-rag underneath the headband type shit That Foo Boo velour Yeah, all white forces ride around Got the 112 CD in Peaches and cream Ride, sesh Hmm, thats nice That is nice

Im smokin by myself, Im in the alleyway and Im bent See, Im high off of two blunts And Im sippin on that Cris See, I used to be Th@ Kid, now Im just that pimp I got tataracs on my back and a switchblade stay stuck to my hip Im smokin by myself, Im in the alleyway and Im bent See, Im high off of two blunts And Im sippin on that Cris See, I used to be Th@ Kid, now Im just that pimp I got tataracs on my back and a switchblade stay stuck to my hip Dont make me flip it, boy you trippin If you think that I wont flick it When it comes down to it Im a nice guy but in the nighttime, Im wicked See, when the night falls Im creepin I do it like every weekend We get high til we almost die and do it again next evening Im just a skeleton in clothing Im just a crypt keeper thats flowing Got no face, got no name, got no style, Im nothing That monster live in yo closet That drug money in yo pocket That devil up on yo shoulder saying run up in the spot and pop it Im smokin by myself, Im in the alleyway and Im bent See, Im high off of two blunts And Im sippin on that Cris See, I used to be Th@ Kid, now Im just that pimp I got tataracs on my back and a switchblade stay stuck to my hip Im smokin by myself, Im in the alleyway and Im bent See, Im high off of two blunts And Im sippin on that Cris See, I used to be Th@ Kid, now Im just that pimp I got tataracs on my back and a switchblade stay stuck to my hip Yeah Hundred blunts to the face Hundred blunts to the neck Hundred blunts on my mind Im with the Team, that Sesh Yeah Hundred blunts to the face Hundred blunts to the neck Hundred blunts on my mind Im with the Team, that Sesh

These niggas out here wishing They was in my position My homies put me on game, and best believe I listen I used to stay in detention Frequent school suspensions Now Im doing these shows with my bros dodging these bitches living out my wishes burning trees no Christmas You speak nobody listens I speak I get all attention The games a bitch but Im pimpin she gon give it up I aint sippin Three gold rings they glisten I feel like Scottie Pippen always gone my girl be missing me But Im out here making history Hater niggas stay dissing me But them niggas aint shit to me Im working, straight murkin and that shit is for certain Its curtains The money come and go gotta stay the same Ive seen your face before, but I dont know your name I just wanna know what you do in your spare time You dont have to tell me everything right now I just wanna know what you do in your spare time we can take it slow She told me all she do is ever think about me I said listen here my dear you cant forget about me Im not the type to do the razzle dazzle Id rather clean my blade for my next battle Wulf I got black cold tears on my heart medallion When I walk through these fools feel weak around me You see mountain boy king water flowin round me Chest chain armour with the truth around it You see blades in my teeth and hollowsquad surrounds I dont fuck with rap niggas stay the fuck from round me Bitch I only stand for Hollow Squad God County bitch

Trying to stop that Its much easier said than done But I like the Feelings you evoke inside of me The day I met you Forever

Dope in my sock, run another block Drugs in my veins, keep going, cant stop Chains banging off my chest Bright white skin, young Eliot Ness See Im in my own space with my Its time to face the tests, its time to face the tests See I take a jet on the way to Mars Just to prove that you aint high as us, Im cashed Yeah, Im cashed Cash signs on my eyes, I guess I smoked too much Cash signs on my eyes but fuck it roll another blunt Im cashed, yeah Bitch Im cashed Lifes too fast so let me slow it down The only motherfucker to ever get out of Howell The only fucking reason that you think about leaving town But just look at you now, just look at you now Diamonds turn to dirt, back where they came Safe to say that Ill do the same when its my fucking day Until then Imma roll this haze, kick these raps and do my thang Every days a movie scene when you fucking live like me Got that frostbite, got that heat, bathe in a bathtub full of lean Diamonds overflow my chain Young Charmander with that flame Snare go bap and the bass go bang, spark it with my fucking team Little of rap just a little of me T-H-@ K-I-D

WE PUSH AWAY LIKE THE OCEANS TIDES THEN RECONNECT LIKE LONG LOST FRIENDS THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE YOU WERE BY MY SIDE HARD TO GET THROUGH THE DAY WHEN YOURE ON MY MIND DO YOU RESENT ME FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON OR IS IT I WHO HOLDS THE GRUDGE ITS LIKE IT ENDED BEFORE IT EVEN BEGUN EXCUSE ME DO YOU HAVE THE TIME I EMBODY THE DEFINITION OF OVERTHINKING FALLING AWAY FROM YOU, AWAY FROM YOU CRAWLING RIGHT BACK TO YOU, BACK TO YOU FALLING AWAY FROM YOU, AWAY FROM YOU CRAWLING RIGHT BACK TO YOU, BACK TO YOU LOOK INTO MY EYES AND YOU WILL FEEL THE RAIN SECOND HAND PAIN FOR THOSE AROUND ME

Somethin bout that gold chain Somethin bout that white skin Somethin bout that pimp named Bones Got em feelin a little frightened Somethin bout that gold chain Somethin bout that white skin Somethin bout that pimp named Bones Got em feelin a little frightened Somethin bout that gold chain Somethin bout that white skin Somethin bout that pimp named Bones Got em feelin a little frightened Young motherfucker with the old ass flow Lemme take yall back to the nine nine four On the lime line phone Yall love on hoes, finna pick up a Swisher In a whole brand new zone Got a brand new flow, and my old hand me downs on On my throne, with my motherfuckin crown on Val Venis, nothin but my towel on Hair slick back, Uncle Jesse with my prowl on Bass get to pound on, ridin with my team I could die tonight, so before I leave Just know that Im here for one reason only Let my voice bang loud, while you Swisher rolling Im out, but let me roll that shit Takin way too long, lemme hold that shit Got veins full of dope, skin same color as coke But my mind pitch black, like nobody home Home of the great young pimp named Bones Bow to the legend, for he might be gone Everybody act like they know whats cool All I gotta do is hit the jukebox, and boom Lookin like Fonzie, feelin like Shawn Im in the summer with my shirt off stuntin I got the whole block jumpin, its like a criss-cross concert Say, fuck your concert, fuck your sponsor Somethin bout that gold chain Somethin bout that white skin Somethin bout that pimp named Bones Got em feelin a little frightened Somethin bout that gold chain Somethin bout that white skin Somethin bout that pimp named Bones Got em feelin a little frightened Somethin bout that gold chain Somethin bout that white skin Somethin bout that pimp named Bones Got em feelin a little frightened Blunts, I roll em Sippin tanqueray, no soda See Im too young to be sober Thats Team SESH till its over

Stuck in the middle, Im often a little bit overwhelmed Hard to look back when youre stuck in the dark Light is nowhere to be found, no Light is nowhere to be found Light is nowhere to be found Fucking with me, Ill turn into a ghost I dont want nothing to do anymore Its now my time, baby, I got the moves I dont got nothing to do anymore Poppin veins, choppin blades Poppin veins, choppin blades What?

Switchblade on my waist dont press me Switchblade on my waist dont press me Switchblade kids play, digital dash display Grippin on that woodgrain, cubes in my kool aid Chains on my neck, hangin like Jesus Christ two fools gold hair and bone pieces Jeans with the crease spark a blunt full of demons Candy paint drippin leavin trails in the streets Switchblade on my waist dont press me Switchblade on my waist dont press me Switchblade on my waist dont press me Switchblade on my waist dont press me Switchblade on my waist dont press me

Money in my sock, I got money in my sock I got money in my sock, I got money in my sock Money in my sock when you see me in the street No I dont got much, but I got my blade so dont test me Im just tryna live, dont you try to fucking stop me, Ill never hurt a soul but I will if you try me Im Riding, Riding, Im Riding Poison in my veins, everybody know my name So everybody know my face, cuz they see me on the screen They hear me then they scream, Bones on the creep 2am, in the middle of the night I be smoking in the middle of the street I got money in my sock, love in my heart Drugs in my blunt, got a match and im about to spark Money in my sock, I got money in my sock I got money in my sock, I got money in my sock Money in my sock, money in my sock Money in my sock, I got money in my sock

Like, a lot of people polished up that shit and sold it Um, and that was very discouraging I thought Because I felt like its a gift, and if I give it to somebody They should give it to somebody else, they should keep it out on the market place, but once you sell it, it kind of goes I think that had a really profound destructive kind of effect on the American music underground, but, it also, it cleared the decks

- Hows it going everybody? Drew here, and this is my buddy Rick - Hello, Im Rick - We own the shop here at DamagedGoods - From Television sets, VCR players, all the way down to hit clips - It doesnt matter what the hell you bring in here man, were gonna fix that thing up and were gonna get it back to you asap, so come on down to the shop and well take care of you - And starting today, July 3rd 1987, we felt wed offer you a little.. bonus, so were gonna have a blow-out sale for the next 10 days, thats 25% off if you come in and mention the secret word, and the secret word is GRINCH - Here we have some words from one of our customers that has been with us for over 10 years now : Hello, yes.. DamagedGoods repairs is something special, near dear close to my heart, been loyal for years. Drew and Rick will treat you with the sense of customer care that is unmatched, just wow, DamagedGoods repairs, what can I say? It really seem like they can fix most cause they can and they have, I wanted to say they fixed my stuff, so should you - Can you believe that ? - So what are you waiting for? Come on down to DamagedGoods repair shop located off of i-75, kitty corner from Pankis taco shop and right next door to our sister company Don Lowell Motors See ya when I see ya

Yo, this that top back, reclining Riding round just shining, shit White skin, black diamonds When Im sliding round, my chain blind a bitch White seats with the black trim White tee with the black Timbs That white kid with the black kids That bass striking like lightning My flow is something like roll People sell me they soul Im hitting curbs while I hit the swerve While yo girlfriend hitting my phone Got a big screen in the dash, got a 12 gauge in the trunk When I pop that bitch, you can watch a flick or you can get hit with that pump, yeah Coming down throwed in the Lone Star State With Th@ Kid pouring up and the Swisher looking green Coming down throwed in the Lone Star State With Th@ Kid pouring up and I do it for my state, aye Syrup got me thirsty and its like 3:30 In the morning banging Screw, banging Screw up, know Im saying? OG sipper, candy dripper, need a codeine sticker Texas made me, when Im thirsty I be sipping liquor Posted up with my boy Elmo Kennedy SESH is going, Th@ Kid, that kid on that Hennessy 1MillionBlunts, got a bitch up to the ceiling 1MillionBlunts cause Im one in a million, player You see me sipping, see me pimping, see me fucking flowing You see me flipping, see me dipping, see me fucking going You see me sipping, see me pimping, see me fucking flowing You see me flipping, see me dipping, see me fucking going

Smart-house mansion Japanese lanterns Bath house, bathing When Im feeling anxious Gotta be patient, jumping guns dangerous Boom goes the bass, and its shaking the paintings Life is a vacation, fine wine tasting Never see me change, only re-arranging Nothings what Im claiming Somethings what Im gaining Woke from a dream, to a sight so amazing Studio basement, writing in the attic Dave in the kitchen, cooking up something lavish Money in the mattress, gold in the safe No I never go to banks, cause I dont feel safe No brand names, young hand me down veins Wear my fathers old watch With my grandfathers ring Feel like a king, but Im looking like a prince Cause Im young and Im gorgeous The life of a pimp Rose water tea, fresh honey from the house Strawberries from the garden Never shop, never buy I aint buying what you selling You just lying, you a felon And Im a nice you fellow when the volume on eleven Jaguar in the the driveway, the 98 model Yellow Testarossa when I need the full throttle Motherfuck a bottle, water in my chalice Wonderland blunts, with a girl like Alice Yeah, my feet up in my palace Everything golden, everything lavish Living life so lavish

Eğer gidersen, lütfen geri gel Bilmiyorum, bu beni nasıl etkiler Benimle burada olmadığın zaman Deliriyorum, kendimi kaybediyorum, uyuyamıyorum Benimle burada olmadığın zaman Umarım görüyorsun, çarşaflarımın içinde sana ihtiyacım var Eğer gidersen, lütfen geri gel Bilmiyorum, bu beni nasıl etkiler Benimle burada olmadığın zaman Deliriyorum, kendimi kaybediyorum, uyuyamıyorum Benimle burada olmadığın zaman Umarım görüyorsun, çarşaflarımın içinde sana ihtiyacım var

Every night before I fall asleep I roll over and see you next to me Every night before I fall asleep I roll over and see you next to me Next to me, right beside me Sitting next to you, right beside you Sitting next to me, right beside me Sitting next to you, right beside you Every night before I fall asleep I roll over and see you next to me Every night before I fall asleep I roll over and see you next to me Dance the night away, dance the night away Dance the night away, dance the night away Look into my eyes Everything is fine Look into my eyes Everything is fine

My vision is augmented Bones Cat Soup

Riding in the limousine watching rocket power Time moving slow, a million blunts a hundred hours All the windows down rolling wraps full of flowers I light the match, I light the end Smoke it like my Prowler Murals on the wall Stained glass ceilings Marble floor walking Making money for my children Statues made of me, in the living room Water fountains full of syrup Spitting neck full of jewels 4x Im getting high Im laying low Im rolling up my blunts Im getting high Im laying low Im Kreepin in the Kut

Creepin up out the grave Ancient silk up on my fucking bones Pullin up with that wave Bitch its teamsesh till i fucking go Steppin up on the stage Speakers blowin from the microphone Sparking a blunt to get in my zone Close my eyes Feel alone Replenishing, recovering Drugs got me hovering Say ya girl getting bothersome So I call her over just to bother me Your girl say that you tiresome Wont fucking drink Or get high or nothing I go home, she come over Says she lost so I think That ima find her something Im in the coupe Deville Smoking by my fuckin self My top is down my feet are up Im banging fucking sesh Lean with it rock with it white tee Sharp and the Glock stay cocked On the block one shot in them See I dont pull triggers See I dont twist fingers I stuff cigars full of drugs And Im drinking liquor So I lean with it rock with it Lean with it rock with it

Its the lonely girl In the lonely world Got every man asking you Please now be my girl Hella loaded cherry sucker for some of the finest things Blinded by the light of the prices on all of the diamond rings; But, see No matter what the price You gone be alone at the end of the night You gone be alone at the end of the night You feelin right And you dont listen to advice on how to live your life right So accustomed to the That you screaming fuck everybody cause this is your night Pretty hazel eyes, I know shes been staring at me I could take her home but tommorow shell forget about me Wake up , she gone A note on the table saying she had fun Its the lonely girl In the lonely world Got every man asking you Please now be my girl Hella loaded cherry sucker for some of the finest things Blinded by the light of the prices on all of the diamond rings; But, see No matter what the price You gone be alone at the end of the night

Okay, now I dont know whether if you are able to do this in class But this is kind of fun to do What you do is get a piece of cardboard Let me turn the lights back on again Because I want you to understand I gonna turn out one of the light bulbs you tell me which one Remember the times when we used to ride around the globe woah woah Remember the times that we stopped it from hitting the ground woah woah Till I turned 16 and said Im getting locked up Oh okay well what are we gonna do now Well, oh bonus that might give me a extra point Oh great Well whats the whole point of this thing Well you see what happens is youre trying to get points I see He got it Oh no youre ahead of me now Im gonna have to get a good science one cause Im good at those Cmon Science Do you see how much fun it is to play Yeah this is neet

Im sick, Im dope, Im speed, Im coke Im crack; I be everything your parents said dont Im weed, Im throwed, Im cigarette smoke Im syrup, Im full of that high fructose Im shrooms, Im tripping, I said that you didnt Im on that shit that got your skin itchin The bass in your system, the dick in your sister The neighborhood kid that ding dong ditch you That Kid, puts the sick in the sickness Im kicking these raps till they show up on the Richter Feel it in your city every time that I kick one Run for the hills or your mothers gonna miss you I am the realest. You? You are the fakest She? She come with me but with you she just fake it Bullshit just say I just dont got time Skinny jeans, gold chain, with my nose to the grind Im young, Im real, Im cool, Im trill Im potent, Im holdin, Im the first how it feel? Im the midnight chill, Im the sunset shine Youre loose, Im tight like your fuckin first time Like fucking your first time Blood red eyes, inhale, exhale, smoke white like I Fly for a white guy, too high for life Half naked in the day, fully naked by night Blow tree love life, go and smoke you some right Least vibe to the shit like you do tonight Rap tag team $E$H thats the sound I like Light it, flick it; Rap kickin night rat till I die Im sick, Im dope, Im speed, Im coke Im crack; I be everything your parents said dont Im weed, Im throwed, Im cigarette smoke Im syrup, Im full of that high fructose Im sick, Im dope, Im speed, Im coke Im crack; I be everything your parents said dont Im weed, Im throwed, Im cigarette smoke Im syrup, Im full of that high fructose

Theres an ounce and a half in the bag Theres a new pack of swishers on the dash Theres a tape in the deck Theres a foot up on the gas There aint no car on the road So Im about to go fast Got a rap on smash Got that sling-shot on my lap Got a bag full of rocks I aint slanging no crack Just a young dumb fuck With the tendencies to blast Like blastoise hydro-pump this bullet through my gat Through your brain, catch the fake Cant just cant just catch a break Tired of kicking out all these flows And drowning bitches with my waves Thats a lie, I aint tired I do this shit like every day Motherfuck the VMAs, motherfuck these record labels I aint trying to make a name, I aint trying to get the fame Im just trying to get some change, go and cop a bigger chain Buy a house for my team, basement full of weed fridgerator full of drinks, champagne and sunny D Fuck a big flat screen, got a movie theater in my room Big chairs everywhere glass screen bullet proof

I got some problems I need to solve em 1st thing 1st tell your man keep working cause I never heard about em Or the outcome or the results Probably think deep down that we see yall How the fuck am I suppose to see Something so petite and so un-unique Need more than what you got to get me to turn Get me to know a song get me to learn But none of thats present ghost and its evident The ghost of the underground forever I be dwelling in Sally by the seashore bitch you just selling it Just like fast food bitch they be loving it I love it too but in another way Favorite thing has always been to see a life thrown away By an unknown hand Didnt know it was the end Times up you delete You so temporary man

Uh Smokin weed, sippin lean Aimin an strap then collect that C.R.E.A.M Triple 6 Devil just aint my dreams Pull out and pop it if yall outta pocket Divine intervention my nigga, we smokin Swaggin on stage and you know that Im locin Tripped up, burn it down Cash on the endo, yo bitch lovin me sex like an nympho Uh Making my rounds, passin on pussy if it is around Weight of the world and theres on my shoulders Cop me a quarter, and grab me some rollup Roll-up Wireless like a xbox controller If your nigga got deals on the yola Tell em hit my cellphone, I be over Yeah Drama consuming my set Breaking these niggas off, can I catch reck Tropical flowers inhale to my chest Cropping these niggas up outta like spicks Blast for me actually saying my name Grandmilly and Raiders the clan in the gang Cock it and hit you and watch your brain tag Lords of The Underground bringin the pain Dont get caught up in the hype Nigga round here you lose your life Jackin these niggas for their hoes And getting real dirty with my sprites Original man please understand Me and Th@ Kid got the world in our hands Never gon stop, Never gon flop At yo bitch house and you bet she gon pop She twerkin, Im rollin She lickin Im smokin She moanin, Im going She comin on top Feed that bitch drugs, then I watch here overdose Roll a blunt and finally fuck cause now we both ghosts Both Ghosts. I roll a blunt we finally fuck cause now we both ghosts Both Ghosts Both Ghosts I roll a blunt we finally fuck cause now we both ghosts Steppin out on the scene Feelin like its 93 House shoes with a big blunt and a big clean white tee Just popped me a bean On the block with the feins Making money my damn self, got profit all in my jeans My skin tone look white, but at night time Im black I disappear like Im reptile Bitch I bring that com-bat Never am I strapped But best believe that these raiders are Comin down its rainin hard and Im young rain the thunder god

New white shoes and a clean white tee Skinny ass kid in skinny ass jeans Jet black hair and a fake gold chain I like the way it looks, dont rain on my parade Came with a team, yeah thats SESH Blood red eyes where at Tryna get rich by the end of this set By the end of this rap imma have you convinced that Yeah Im the best and yeah he the worst Yeah he a star, but Im a universe Yeah Im a rapper so yeah thats a verse But really this is just how i converse I speak in rhymes, I talk in flows Stone from the switcher, call it rock n roll I lock n load, you white flag Im Levis, you White Stags You reas a bitch, you dine and dash I pay in full, pop goes the tag Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no I get a good feeling, yeah A bike ride down memory lane No dirt road, no D-19 Just LA streets and alleyways Gettin homies high behind the garbage can We SESH rats we night rats if you didnt know Couple kids, couple girls and a couple pre rolls Shit heads and old tunes, something from the 20s or its no good You peasants, we sky less We lead the trend, you follow Im livin life, Im lovin life, you hatin every second Ive noticed youve been on my new white shoes since i stepped it, get to steppin Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no I get a good feeling, yeah Everywhere i go whats got them staring is my new white shoes Tryna knock me off just slip on my new white shoes My new white shoes My new white shoes Find me seshin in my new white shoes Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no I get a good feeling, yeah

Johnny Cage, black shades Call me Stryker when I spray Yung Baraka with the blade, Reptile with the fangs Sub-zero with my ice, Nightwolf in the night Ermac when I fight, from the forest, taking life Shao Khan, out the game, Liu Kang with the kick Flow, no name, no body, no face Just drugs, just bass, just rap, just face Im the lord of the underworld with the gold chain Money in your face while you getting none today Money rules all, I got some up in the safe Run up at the bank, put the weapon off safety Mick Foley masked with a bitch like Sable Bentley coupe crashin, blunts Im cashin Lovin every second, bitch, why you lookin mad? Corduroy house shoes, bitch its like that Writing these lyrics is like cashing these fucking checks Im bouncin, bouncin, one million ounces Sleeping in the trunk, nother mill up at the house, bitch You on the couch shit, never get out shit Im on the rap shit, getting money rapping Let me ride to the beat Ride to the beat, let me ride to the beat Let me ride to the beat

When its all said and done And you are not there to weigh me down I witnessed everything I love Burn into ashes right in front of me Even I dont trust me That .50 cal get busting You treated me like nothing I tried, I tried I said that I would be something You said that I was just bluffing But just look at where we got Came along way from huffing In no time I got where I wanted To be in no time suddenly Im far away In no time I got where I wanted To be in no time suddenly Im far away Im saying no more to the things I know No more, I dont wanna be near you No more to the things I know No more, no, I dont wanna be the one

On my knees in the night, seeing prayers in the street Fuck that, fuck god, all I fucking need is me I be tripping on the beat, bitch, tripping on your feet Ive be flowing all day, now all of my clothes free Young white mac riding in the lac Mac on his lap and his fucking seat back Fucking seats black, dope look white Powder on the dash, one line in the fire Im blown, blown, out of control Guns off safety, triggers getting pulled Blown, blown, out of control Guns off safety, triggers getting pulled Going, going ghost, swinging up the coast Lighter in my right, in the other bag of dope Life through the scope, death by the bullet I see you on the range, dont make me fucking pull it I inhale the beat, I exhale the flow I live for this shit and I got just to know That I am the best, the beast in the flesh 6 foot, 3 fools gold on his neck Im blown, blown, out of control Guns off safety, triggers getting pulled Blown, blown, out of control Guns off safety, triggers getting pulled

Yeah, Nic Goose Raider Klan in this bitch O.F. in this bitch, uh No spirits, just cocaine cigarettes Living life everyday like I dont give a shit But I truly do, thats why I moved to the loot Conversations of money and secret avenues The picture is clear, my vision is too Nowadays Im tryna figure what the Benjamins do Long nights with empty stomachs Lungs full of cannabis constructed my mental to stay savage You faggots got the game fucked up, lucked up, and got a shot at fame I line em up and let it buck and shoot it at they brain Maintaining ignorant, to the regular state of mind My hustle game is like, stronger than 89 Im cut from a different cloth Me and my family moved drastically Go over the border of California Im open to mass opinion, but then again Whos line is it anyway? Nasal congestion from all the sick shit I french kiss Bitches be playing, I let them get thick, then bitch dip Tryna phase me with your neck work numbers We came from the bottom, but I felt the best each summer Bed sheets to a bummer Ayo, shouts to the real niggas doing it Down south, midwest, eastcoast they exclusive Im having visions of old Chevelles, Dave Chappelle in the background Listening to your rap style and its whack, wow Inspired by my mamas struggle You a snake in the grass and Im a lion in the jungle All reach serenity, till infinity Hard top, a car to drop top, J. Kennedy Im out here focused, these niggas hopeless Out here tryna get they money but they eyes aint open Bitch come here, its the year And she wanna sip some beer, well here dear God damn, I take the bitch to the bar I take that bitch to the car, hit her in the car El Camino, chino Bitch you wanna roll with me, I can get you like dino Im next, rolling in the fly Lex With my ex and my nigga Sky Lex On the sky pager, 275 Probably with the drop, hop out in fly gators Im the nigga with the answers written on my wrists On my palms, I cheated on the final Rough draft written on your spinal Coming through like a pack of rhinos Living large, like a dinosaur Niggas looking for the knowledge, you cant find no more Ill come through nigga, like the comodores A nigga out here motherfucker, find a nigga Come through, my niggas will do a drive by nigga On a skateboard, niggas hate more, cause they cant

Verse: What? Thats how it is Every day in every way Thats how it is Bitch I was lying when I said Thats just how its been It never seems weve had the means Of becoming friends Though were quick to take our life away Chorus: Even if I try Even if I try I could never care, even if I try I could never care, even if I try I could never care, even if I try I could never care, even if I try I could never care, even if I try I could never care Even if I try, even if I try Even if I try Yeah If I try, Ill fall right down, and Ill go on my way End Dialogue : I gotta say man, thats a pretty substantial piece, so, you know I know Im your friend and all, and Im not trying to, like Push you in the, you know One way or the other, but These are chrome LED trucknuts Weve been looking all over for these

If you ever need you can call on me If you ever need you can call on me If you ever need you can call on me If you ever need you can call on me You will never have to scream wait up I will be right here when you wake up You will never have to scream wait up I will be right here when you wake up And thats the way we do it all the time It doesnt matter when or why Oh Ive got something oh Ive got something to tell you now You know I love you so you know Id never let you go Oh Ive got something oh Ive got something to tell you now

You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya, bitch? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya, bitch? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya, bitch? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad- You aint mad is ya You aint mad is ya, bitch? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad- You aint mad is ya You aint mad is ya, bitch? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad- You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya, bitch? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya You aint mad- Motherfuck these white kids, I promise I aint like them Im in the streets rapping, they locked in their room writing I put this shit down from Howell all the way to Brighton Got a Glock in my trunk and Im picking it up and then striking your ass like lightning Im saying, dont fuck with me, I mean fuck with me, but dont fuck with me I got a backpack thats full of cutlery and Im cut throat Now trust in me, like God Now pray to me, like Christ Im high as fucking shit and Im white so I guess its only fucking right That I do it how its never ever been fucking done I blow caution to the breeze like that smoke thats in my lungs Really rapping, really living all that shit I fucking rap about 30 blunts, 50 minutes thats what the fuck Im talking about 44s stay poking out Might slide down to Oakland now Blow potent out Windows down Eyes up and down That coast now Im ghost now, Im dead Im not white, Im not black Im not sick, Im not dope, Im not coke, Im not crack Bitch Im Th@, Kid You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya, bitch? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad- You aint mad is ya You aint mad is ya, bitch? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad- You aint mad is ya You aint mad is ya, bitch? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad- You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya, bitch? You aint mad is ya? You aint mad is ya You aint mad-

Sittin all alone, Im off a lotta drugs Ridin on chrome, Im with a lotta thugs We dont want none and thats a promise to you See you all alone, you dont want no problems do ya? Break it, break it, break it down for ya Bitches see my blunts and say Ill break em down for ya Break it, break it, break it down for ya I got a lot of thugs sayin Ill burn the town for ya Yall stay fly, Id rather fall with style The river in my cup, it help me flow just like the Nile It helps me break it down, it help me get my zone The phantom of this rap shit, Im going, going, ghost Strung the fuck out, Im too fuckin cashed Velour snow suits, skiing down a mountain of ash Got a cup full of water, it help me flow like water Im drippin on the beat, Im overflowin when Im going See they all know my name, Im bangin round the globe They know Im with the team, thats Sesh til Im gone That skinny white thug, allergic to givin fucks Dont like that way Im rappin, sorry bitch, you outta luck

Kreepin In the kut,In the kut,In the fucking kut Bathtub full of money, black hummer full o hunnies Rolex fo the princess cuts, fuck the king and let the princes fuck Just riding round, me and Matt in that black Ferrari Na$ty in up in the back seat, Im plotting murders he picking targets Syrup up in my sprite, Matt loading that choppa, me im shinning that knife Diamonds up in my ice, since rhymers been in my life Ever since i became a legend Ive been getting the things i like A lot of drugs Im smoking A lot of guns im holding A lot of raps im kicking so its a lot of money im folding Team SESH global gang, golden Wang thats a set Bitches love, dudes hate Pay with love, pay respect Yeah Na$ty SESH Yeah Beat god Pay respect Give it all for fucking Na$ty Matt bitch Kreepin In the kut,In the kut,In the fucking kut Ridin low up in that civic Fuckin and duckin these bitches They all up on my business, BBSes they blowin kisses My brother Drew up in the front my cousin Jube up in the back Plenches with this mac, brush the clip and the rat attack Boom, clearin the room, prayin for gold up on my tomb Pullin that thing and its doom, all black like the fuckin groom Camo forces, 90s porsches, hammered voices, while Im readin sources, lookin for the chewin Breakin in the freak show Put that on my ego Trap house full of freak hoes Pimp named Matt Hilfiger on my back Lookin at my cartiers with my gold stack Lookin for that compressor, gotta keep that varetta These rats be after my cheddar That bitch I really dont stress her Hail in the sill drop you on the mac Kickin the dope with that cane mask and a barbed wire bat Kreepin In the kut,In the kut,In the fucking kut

Everybody want that fire bitch I got that cold You gon boil in that shit keep talking bout that gold End up the river without a paddle fucking with them hoes Wonder why we laughing at yo ass? cause you a fucking joke Tom Clancy flow, better duck when you under the scope Aint no hope, in FANG we trust, the look up to us like Im the pope Fucking right, fucking dope Fool talk shit but where he go? I know he irrelevant but my Ss got love for hoes steppin in Take her back to the pink room, then bring her back to hell again 7 deadly sins rolling with 7 deadly men Oh know here we go again, see right through yo window tint Oh, now niggas wanna get tense? better tighten up with yo ho loose This life ill & thats so true, but at least you aint met death yet Have you face time with Satan if you keep fucking round with them death threats Yeah, Im Erick Draven raising out that black haven Bring any rapper to this graveyard & watch me fucking slay em nigga If everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine Say they want my soul? Cant do it, I aint got one If everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine Say they want my soul? Cant do it, I aint got one This reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho The devils keepers music, you gotta listen to it This reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho The devils keepers music, you gotta listen to it Im tired of sober bitches talking bout taking molly Let me see you try to turn up in yo muthafuckin casket Im tired of broke niggas talking bout illuminati Get a life & get off fucking media take out you faggots Ive had it, fuck it & I cant take it no more & I aint fucking no whore unless her pussy looks like heavens doors & I wont hesitate to smack a bitch with my dick Bitch its 1996, get with it or turn the channel quick muthafucka If everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine Say they want my soul? cant do it, I aint got one If everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine Say they want my soul? cant do it, I aint got one This reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho The devils keepers music, you gotta listen to it This reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho The devils keepers music, you gotta listen to it Came up out the tomb, my resurrection was perfection While them pussy bubblegummers saw all red like they were benson Cool with me, my eulogy was written with eternity Calvin Klein cologne baller, that was just the jew in me Ha, lodi dodi still dreaming of the Audi European auto body smashing like Amare Staude Heard you go the thirst, well I went & got a hearse Big enough to body earth, I make a wave & watch em surf Now everybody shallow so I drown em in my current But never that for me, ???? is too perfect Black magic women got me stiffer than a corpse She dropped dead gorgeous I might fuck her in my morgue The gold mine Bones SESH FANG, Life Graveyard God Switch blade in my jaw Steadily creepin through the night Steadily reaching out the door Find me leaping out the car Flicking my blade, not giving a fuck Come as you are or dont come in at all Reaper, the beamer, Im cutting em off From my flow Imma go Imma take em back to the 1-9-9-4 Young pimp named Bones Skin white like ghost Flow crack like socks in the hood on the block If everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine Say they want my soul? cant do it, I aint got one If everything gold watch em boil in the gold mine Say they want my soul? cant do it, I aint got one This reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho The devils keepers music, you gotta listen to it This reaper music, reaper music, reaper music ho The devils keepers music, you gotta listen to it

Headlights in the eyes Memories passing by Im still surprised that Im still alive Do you wanna ride with me Do you wanna die with me Let it burn Let it blaze Been through too much to have tears on my face Let it burn Let it fade away Stitch up my pain from yesterday Im young but getting old My death is coming close I know We got some time But I just need to know If you, you down to ride Then me Im down to drive If you, you feel alone Then me Im by your side My blade I let it shine My name they say it loud But still Im on the prowl Im creeping through the night Im reaching for the knife If you, you wanna strike You can not take my life Because I already died What

So many people have helped me to come to this night Some of you are here Some are far away Some are even in heaven All of us have special ones who have loved us into being Would you just take along with me Ten seconds to think about the people who have helped you become who you are Those who have cared about you And wanted what was best for you in life Ten seconds of silence Ill watch the time... Whomever youve been thinking about How pleased they must be to know the difference you feel theyve made

I just bought me a Coupe Deville Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel I just bought me a Coupe Deville Trippin’ on promethazine poppin’ the trunk I just bought me a Coupe Deville Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel I just bought me a Coupe Deville Trippin’ on promethazine poppin’ the trunk Got a new wood wheel Gripping oak when I steer Mahogany on the dash with some hundred spoke rims Hit the mash and the dip Big cigar to my lips Middle finger out the whip yelling motherfucking bitch Hit the bitch get the switch Flip the trunk paint drip Cold water let me sit just a young Slim Pimp Ponytail in the back Me I’m riding in the front Two eyes to the sky one hand on the blunt That’s 1-2-3 and to the 4 Riding around your city in that motherfucking low The bass bang low Trunk screaming no more Glass break hear the sound think it’s fucking Stone Cold I just bought me a coupe Deville Took out the air bag put in the wood wheel Spinners on the ride I could never stay still Red light car stop The rims still spin I just bought me a Coupe Deville Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel I just bought me a Coupe Deville Trippin’ on promethazine poppin’ the trunk I just bought me a Coupe Deville Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel I just bought me a Coupe Deville Trippin’ on promethazine poppin’ the trunk

What, Bones, Bones What, what, SESH If you really wanna fuck with me, bring some money If you really wanna smoke blunts, know Ive got plenty Give a fuck if you ready Give a fuck if youre not Young pimp named BONES, got the flow in the lot Its like that yall, like that yall, s like that, that, its like that yall Now jump around, now jump around I throw it back like Criss Cross Sip my Cristal Looking in my rear like really is this all? Life that chose me, teen that hold heat Young Jug grown a down in the street Never around, hes sleeping In the ground, 6 feet BONES in the graveyard with the new white teeth News by lean, in the new white Beam With my bass so loud, your radio Like wow , let me slow that down Let me show you around, like you new in town Let me hold my ground Let me smoke the ounce Let me crack the Swisher, and let me gut them out Im rollin, rollin, Fred Durst rollin Fiddy cap, flip back, Fred Durst flowing Hair like Manson, Team SESH mansion Somewhere in the hills, flickin ash, Im dancing Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Ive traveled the world and the seven seas Bones SESH

I aint gonna stop you, you can do just what you want You know where to find me if you ever need some drugs Rollin up a blunt, smokin wicked till the sun came up And then we roll another one I got these drugs in my veins, got these drugs in my veins Every time i roll a blunt i just think about your face Now these sheets gettin clothed Every day after day im just tryna get rich so i can finally fuckin say Dont worry bout a thing you already know i got it Condo in the valley got a trap house out in compton Always done what i wanted, so why should this be different Dropped out, moved away, got rich off spittin Im gettin rich off my business, SESH raps in yo dispensaries Neck drippin in fake gold fuck all your accessories Quit with all the peasantry, i give the beat the best of me I break it down roll it up and pass whatevers left to me I need you more than anything in my life I want you more than anything in my life I miss you more than anyone in my life I love you more than anyone in my life

Bills so crispy bitch Im countin Kia Shines Cover my girl in red stones just so I can see her shine Bitch they callin up my lines but I aint pickin up These labels want me, they know I dont want em but dont give it up Digits up in the millions, but I aint finished school so All its really lookin like is regress I never choose I dont need no ones money I dont need no ones love I dont need to feel the rush of turning heads at the club And I dont go to clubs bitch, so motherfuck a club But I know they probably book me at the last place I would 48s flatter than some paper plates SESH thinner than the trails in the ice when you skate 48s flatter than some paper plates SESH thinner than the trails in the ice when you skate 48s flatter than some paper plates Paper plates are pretty common, right Johnny? You see them around all over the place. Well, theyre the perfect shape to make a very interesting object of illusion. Watch carefully what I do, just the rim left.

Fiji water, Im sippin Chrome cover my kitchen Wood floor when Im walkin on Gold faucet stay drippin Ridin on a broom breathes spillin in the room When I step inside the house Bitches Know that its who Im smokin up on that cancer Im young white and Im handsome Im feeling something like Ted Danson the way Im always flexin Im floatin on down the river Im Cold but I never Shiver Bitch Ive been froze since Jim Carrey was the Riddler Blast door Knives, Oriental Rugs Smokin dope up in the sauna, then its off to get some brunch Sourdough bread with the vinaigrette I can tell you a lil more but I aint finna to flex Tryin to eat, tryin to sleep tryin to breathe tryin to SESH Tryin to eat, tryin to sleep tryin to breathe tryin to SESH Smoking all alone smoking all alone Smoking all alone, smoking all alone

Please don’t ever talk down looking for the runaround Bones on the case ill solve it Picking up clues like they picking what I do Download open up then they login They try but they never ever prosper Went to school just to get put in the locker Until I showed up with the shh just stop it I aint gotta load shit to drop you I said ima leave just watch me Then I caught a flight straight up out the marshes Exclamation approach with caution Its slippery around where we walking Was cold life waiting in the swampland But I hopped out run through the bushes Never thought somebody would be looking Now they all call me for the booking And it goes like this, and it never ever ends Fuck your label, fuck the trends Makin music with my friends And it goes like this, and it never ever ends Fuck your label, fuck the trends Makin money with my friends

See us and do it Fuck is your movement I, dont, know No I dont see you We see right through you Where, you, go Copy and paste it Wash it and take it There, you, go Wouldnt expect it Nothing or less From, you, no Working on a sound byte Tryna make it sound right Thats, ok See us man they walk like Curtis know they talk like Thats, ok Why do they do it? I dont know

What yall smokin What What yall smokin This the ingredients to the recipe Twisting up doobies is my fucking specialty I follow my dreams I know these things These things are part of my destiny Shout out to my playa niggas out that Tennessee All I ask is dont be skimp on the 10 a G-R-A-M Games i dont play them They wanna hear Chiiirp, I play ten off that killa pimp They be bobbin they head shit Im heaven sent Aint no peasant shit cause Im a godly figure If you aint upper echelon I aint fuckin with ya Im defeating ones they claim the number one contender High intellect they dont get Im master splinter Teenage mutant Ganja green like a turtle Now we mixing colors like green and that purple Still both middle fingers to the cops Legalize the weed cause aint nobody stop Whatever we cheifin on its a lot Its all fun and games till somebody get popped Till somebody get dropped Bitch Im 38 hott Niggas on my jock bitch Im on the clock Gotta stay on top gotta get the guap And I aint gone stop Till the game on lock Yeah Im pac yeah Im NAS Shit Im anybody that you think go hard Make a run for it cause Im out the yard My advice i advise you to stay on yo job Dont come around here nosey Talking about what we smoking You aint putting on this boy So all them questions null and void Nigga What yall smokin What What yall smokin Bones Skinny white pimp so these boyfriends hate me Cause they girls wanna rape me Pinky ring go bling Singing money aint a thing Chain out go head try to take it Switchblade on my waist Wrapped up in a rag Let it shine in the light let it hit you real fast Hair white like bleach Style so unique Bitch you go when i flow turn hollow when i rap Im smoking Im doping Gotta 100 spoke rims they pokin Me and Chiiirp up in that old school They see the team so they choking We just ride around and we loakin We sipping on that potion See the paint drip and its soaking My bass loud, trunk open

White kids acting like I aint fucking rapping right Bitch this aint no black or white Im black and white with hella ice Fuck the world I smoke a blunt blow an ounce in a night Moved out my folks so I can tell her the house is ours tonight Chain like the arka light Girl look like posh spice Killer with no intentions and thats it for having off-night Cant even talk right Im going too hard Raising the bar and I aint even got a car Go, go, put this shit in slow-mo Chop-chop and screw it, bang it, bang it in your low bo Riding through Soho Motherfuck that Polo Thrift-shop rags, only $CHOLARBONE$ only Go, go, put this shit in slow-mo Chop-chop and screw it, bang it, bang it in your low bo Riding through Soho Motherfuck that Polo Thrift-shop rags, only $CHOLARBONE$ only

I am just so proud of all of you who have grown up with us And I know how tough it is some days to look with hope and confidence on the months and years ahead But I would like to tell you what I often told you when you were much younger, I like you just the way you are And whats more, Im so grateful to you for helping the children in your life to know that youll do everything you can to keep them safe And to help them express their feelings in ways that will bring healing in many different neighborhoods

You have no idea what it could do SESH Captain Uh-Oh Prepare the female bandicoot Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Drugs all in my system Bet my mama sure gon miss me Pour that codeine in my throat Till these walls get to dripping Got these hoes all in the pole And they all gon get to strippin Got your bitch closed on the floor And your girl up against that wall, and she Drop it Drop it Down to the floor 24 blocks, I aint even twenty-fo I pick my weapons like, eeny, meeny, miny, moe Hop up in the limo then I hit the fuckin corner store, now Countin cold hard cash in my limousine Shag rags floors glass full of that promethazine Big water slides Big flat screens Blank check life, Macintosh with the green Been around the block Seen a lot of death Paid a lot of dues Paid a lot of debts Still, I keep that Glock when I leave my spot Cuz you never know when shit might pop Off at any given moment on the clock Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love Hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary

God damn Bo Im in all black They call em cowboy killers for a reason Make sure I grab the crossbow out of the truck Cause Im a cold son of a bitch You dont wanna be a cowboy like me You dont wanna be dyin slowly You dont wanna be a cowboy like me You dont wanna be hidin on the creep Camouflage fire on, pull it like a fire alarm Gilly suit goons, gun shots then its tire marks Blunts in the blind, trees with the pine Cones on the road break it down while we drive Now Im creepin out the cut and Im buckin thru the swamp Water to my waist backwoods in my lungs Dirt under my nails havent showered in days Its just me, and my blade in this world full of hate Got a cabin in the brush on the porch rollin up In the old rockin chair slowly sippin from my cup No trespassin ya ribs get blasted Skulls in the yard let you know I wont ask ya You dont wanna be a cowboy like me You dont wanna be dyin slowly You dont wanna be a cowboy like me You dont wanna be hidin on the creep Riding down this old road with the windows down Up to no good wreaking havoc on the town Light up the marlboro take another hit Pulled out the crossbow when im hittin licks Black vans, black spurs just ridin thru the night Gone with the wind, blendin in im out of sight Take another pull while Im buildin my coffin If the guns dont get me its gonna be the toxins Cant love anybody gotta stay alone Always on the roam, in the sticks where I call my home Camo snipers and black nissans when Im comin If I hit that dusty trail best believe it aint nothin You dont wanna be a cowboy like me You dont wanna be dyin slowly You dont wanna be a cowboy like me You dont wanna be hidin on the creep

I dont know why you dont show your face Youre a beautiful human Anyway, I dont know, maybe I could manage you If you think Gabriel sounds amazing Call me back, thanks

Hoe in the back, got a hoe in the front One cooking the crack, one rolling the blunt Its easy, easy, bitch dont believe me Im riding through your city bumping Cash Money, Weezy El says get em, J I got em Me plus the beat, thats a motherfucking problem Swerving Impalas, thinking never stop them They can send shots but they can never drop them Yeah, they got money and I know they got hoes I know they got whips and all the designer clothes But do they have a sewer full of rats thatll crack fucking bats To the back of these crackers and fucking laugh MAC-10 attack, its the AK to spray Im the beef in the night, Im the thug in the day Im the drugs in the blunt, Im the light in the flame Im the sickest you ever witness, Im sick of fucking saying Im saying Im doing fucking drugs and getting real famous Im doing lot of drugs and Im getting real famous You waking up early just to drag that ass to work Same shit everyday until youre in the dirt

I am not from here I am just a stranger From a place you have never ever heard of before I am not from here I am just a stranger From a place you have never ever heard of before I hold on to a valid reason You are my reason Please dont go I dont really understand too much I am not from here I am just a stranger From a place you have never ever heard of before I am not from here I am just a stranger From a place you have never ever heard of before I hold on to a valid reason You are my reason Please dont go

Tires hit the curb tryin not to spill my drink Ridin shotgun bumpin sesh up the capris Paint like a sink Wet like a leak Flowin like a creek Dirty but my blunt clean Slidin like kids Ridin on rims Tint like my lungs pitch black so you cant see in Im who they wanna sound like with who they wanna be with Never catch me speedin hoppin out of lamborghinis I like to keep it simple Woods full of indo Ridin to the tempo Lookin for the info What do I do What do I do Ridin through the night and I dont see you Baby I know Baby I know And I need to come down just stop and reload What do I do Where do I go Slangin through the city while im blowin my smoke What do I do What do I know Slangin through the six sit back and reload

Dont be acting clever You might end up in an ambulance Stuck Never leave and never dance Ridin in that caravan Holdin onto hella clips Bout to let em go Whaddya know? Im on my devil shit Cookin up some evil shit Schemin on that Memphis shit Long distance calls, over the phone Thats just my Memphis bitch Roll my blunts delicate Drugs in my system now Always turn my system up Never turn my system down Bangin on the curbs Ridin round with my fuckin team Chevy with the bucket seats Feelin like its 93 No in my deck Let them sneakers bleed Posted with my evil deeds To let my fuckin demons feed What Yeah Sesh What

The process Hard for them to digest How I got so much shit to get off my chest Bones aint even started yet I aint go my hardest yet I rather whip a hooptie then you can go and get your charter jets Show out and try your hardest yet Their aint no argument, you washed like a laundromat Matter of fact, fuck that, I wouldnt even call it that Fuckin these bitches is fuckin everyone behind your back Dirty as a motherfucker, If It aint SESH, fuck it If you see me out in public and you got a chain, tuck it Its been a dream of mine to slap one of these five foot Pussies into outer space and put them into orbit Realities distorted If you think you more than Anything but something to laugh at when Im bored and Scrolling through my phone at the terminal while we boarding Laughing at you now, wait I, I almost hope you never know that Cause then you just might stop

Im skinny but my pockets be bigger Bitch, I got that blue cheese like Jigga Like the puffy, we get ghost tonight Sipping on purple, I feel like Pimp C tonight Im skinny but my pockets be bigger Bitch, I got that blue cheese like Jigga Like the puffy, we get ghost tonight Sipping on purple, I feel like Pimp C tonight Bitch I aint skinny, I be slim as a motherfucker My white boy got the knife, and Im toting the pipes If a nigga run up then he is a dumb sucka You better have like 10 niggas with you, and they better have big pumpers Niggas out here really just be running they mouth, they just be stunting Niggas need to wash they jaw, they need to catch up, they mouth running Cooling with my white boy Bones and he got the demons coming Cooling with my CCs on the block, got the grapes coming Balling, Dave & Busters, lil nigga Got my big gun, you shaking lil nigga Bones, he got the sword lil nigga You dont want no fucking war lil nigga Im skinny but my pockets be bigger Bitch, I got that blue cheese like Jigga Like the puffy, we get ghost tonight Sipping on purple, I feel like Pimp C tonight Bones dont owe you a motherfucking thang Its that Team SESH vet at yo neck with the blade Like walk the plank, bitch walk the plank I get up, hit the blunt, then Im off for the day People like to talk about it but dont ever mean it One click, I go boom and its you Im taking with me To the graveyard, got yo name already on the headstone Lets just mention me, I do not breathe, I am the dead one Im skinny but my pockets be bigger Bitch, I got that blue cheese like Jigga Like the puffy, we get ghost tonight Sipping on purple, I feel like Pimp C tonight Im skinny but my pockets be bigger Bitch, I got that blue cheese like Jigga Like the puffy, we get ghost tonight Sipping on purple, I feel like Pimp C tonight

Bandana wrapped around my neck like Im B.G No tint on the ride, let her see me They on the decrease, Im on the incline Forsberg ice, you can stay with the inline No punchlines, I aint got the fuckin time Back at lunch time, rappin in the fuckin line Young legend with the flow like fuck your life Nice hood, but the alleyway nothin nice Hand-me-down rags wrapped around my bones In the back of the limousine, talkin on the phone No money, no job, no car, no house Probably somewhere in your neighborhood, rolling up an ounce And we keep it movin, we zoomin My bass loud, so we boomin Cup full of ice cold water Im living life like a movie Now thirty blunts, thats groovy Hundred blunts, thats nothin Skinny pimp, thats Bones Got a switchblade thatll cut ya Im ridin round with my brothers Im ridin round with my brothers That skinny pimp named Bones Got a switchblade and itll cut ya Im ridin round with my brothers Im ridin round with my brothers That skinny pimp named Bones Got a switchblade and itll cut ya

Bitch Im everything you aint Chevrolet with candy paint Dripin every time we swerve Nervous like I got no plates Ever since I smoked that K Every second, every day I be crazier than the last Maniac until grave I got my own We smoking strong Dont you ever worry about me cause I know what Im doing Bitch, I been on, they talking down They lookin sad, got a frown even since SESH been in town Take it back to the old days If you ask me if I make it I say no way Hoe please no this ain’t the dope game So how Im gonna fly if I dont sell a thing Now the game, wrapped up in my cellar frame Whats ya name? I barely bother to ask The embodiment of trash I am lower than nothing On a scale of what matters, Im below whats on the bottom And that aint nada. I get shit bumping BONES

Arm out the windows Swerve to the tempo Rims go round Like cigars full of indo Ride with yo kinfolk Sun beat down Windows up and the bass up loud See the alpine blastin Petal Im mashing They tell me Im the best and I know they aint gassin Looking like Christ Sippin alizé passion I aint even smoke Still the tray full of ashes Every time I pass Yeah im laughing Youre sitting at your mamas crib actin like you rappin Say you gettin famous I say youre still nameless You say you been trainin I say you been wastin Time of your life You gonna die one day And regret trynna copy every word that I say Bitch, its in me Never been trendin Hand me down clothes While you stuck rockin Fendi No brand names on my tags Im sportin hand me down rags No Glock in my wood grain dash I kill em off like the way that I rap Switchblade still stuffed in my pants Let me know if you want to meet death Ice cold flow See the frost on the glass Let me know if you trynna be next Try too hard but bitch I do this Ice cold flow One hand Im cruisin Never pop girls Never playin no shoot And vanilla paint job on my ice cream buick Chocolate, my seats And my trunk go bananas Shake, earthquake Know its young Bones jammin Girls aint dancin Eyes aint gluin I aint even looking but I found that chewin

Girls wanna fuck so these boys act tough Got a pump in the trunk if you trying to press your luck If you looking for the high, bitch you know I got the drugs If you looking for connections you looking at the plug All black clothing, locked and Im loaded Black 12 gauge, Columbine when Im boomin Trench Coat Mafia, poppin but never stoppin em Robbin and mobbin hard see theres just no toppin em You go hard but fuck it I go harder Trying to run up slick and quick Ima rob ya Skin like powder, bass getting louder Looking for a legend you can bet that you found him Im in the graveyard, Im drinking champagne Im ashin hella blunts, diggin up hella graves Troubled young man, murder on his mind Pipebomb in his backpack, end your fucking life like BOOM

x2 Shorty wanna ride with me Spend all of her time with me Roll up and get high with me Bumpin and grind with me Bitch Smokin dope On my mac shit and its not a joke You jack me im cuttin hoes X-Man when I turn into a ghost Squeezin out, I do the most All hoes jealous of my new chicks Everything I do I abuse it Sprite with the lean I fuse it Niggas be sleepin on the kid Bones tell these guys we do this So many girls I think I wanna em all cuz I cant figure out whose the cutest BRK, Team SESH All day, we up next Grown man how I fuck that bitch but Ive been doin this since team sex Underground kings and my team fresh Pull a nigga chick with finesse Always at heart see it through my chest Take it to the max, Ima do my best She rollin with the winners cuz she tired of you losers What Im sayin is you suck and me and my team we way cooler thats why x2 Shorty wanna ride with me Spend all of her time with me Roll up and get high with me Bumpin and grind with me She overdose on drugs now her eyes back in her skull Exorcist whenever she flip she got two acid tabs on her tongue She is Team SESH till Im done But Im ridin round with that klan hand me downs cover my bones I got that razor up in my hand See Ive been lurkin up in them shadows That silhouette in that alleyway Hood up my head high see the moon shine sippin Alize Shallow Days on my stereo Tell me whats that scenario Fuckin life say fuckin stay I dont give a fuck about your area code no Shorty wanna ride with me Spend all of her time with me Roll up and get high with me Bumpin and grind with me

SESH So so SESH now Feeling like Bow Wow Bitches know its Bones so they bounce with me now now Blunt gut god nicotine on the ground ground Doing all the talkin me I dont make a sound Pitch black back roads Ice on the asphalt Steal for a meal Hit the blunt and I pass out Tanqueray spillin on my pants As I stumble out the jungle With some bloody vines wrapped around my numbers We were 15, so of course we didnt think For we broke inside that bitch and took the whole fucking thing See when that boy gets back, best believe hell be lost Everything to his name now gone for the cause Anyway I can get, best believe that Ill do it Bitch I take em break em shake em like there aint nothin to it Im coming through, no mask on Hair down my back long No rubber gloves till the cops get their track on Do it Nicotine in my lungs A million reds to the face 12 Slugs in my mouth 12 roses on my grave Blood stains on my around my waist to the face But thats A roll them stumps serving candy like Halloween Aborted babies in the toilet never to be seen Im twisted like dreadlocks Been bucking out wedlocks Make a bitch bend over and bust that ass open like X-Pac I note, your girl swears she gained a hoe But I keep that face painted like a Juggalo Riding in the photo, grippin on the 44 You prayin I die slow, but Im so so SESH till I rest but Im pretty sure I felt my death Pretty sure I took my last breath now Im possessed Welcome to the graveyard where them deadboys lay And we grip on them things, like everyday