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Windows down, rolling up, whole team in the truck Sun down, bass up, lungs full of fucking blunts I’m gin sipping, on Tanqueray wishing I’m throwing pennies in the fountain, mind drifting Yeah, my mind different. Yeah, the time slipping I tried to hold on, but my grip keep missing One day I’m 15, next day I’m 45 In the blink of an eye, I just watched my life fly by My seat back, recline, hair hanging out the window Shit, soundtrack to my life, Team SESH banging bitch Smoke pouring out the ride float, dose when we slide slow Driving through the night, just thinking ‘bout life, like “How long do I get before I’ve got to leave this place?” “I got drugs in my blunt, and I ain’t bout to let them wait.” I flick the light, now I’m higher Than I ever been. She dying She OD and she’s screaming She too gone, she leaving

Rolex diamonds, cadillac driving Arm out the window, stunting while Im sliding Smoke while roll, roll when I choke When I bust out a flow, sound like its 94 And I feel like 96, blowing on that pine drowe In the back of the lac, rolling to the condo, bitch People going off, ninas going down Pays your buzz, best believe you are get down Cause the guns up against you And the bullets, they will hit you Bitch, it aint even an issue Its a cold world, dont let it get you If you try to slide, maybe we can ride If you try to slide, maybe we can ride

Im sorry, Im sorry Im sorry, Im sorry Im sorry, Im sorry Ive got a minute to spare, wanna spend it with you I hope you choose to never hurt my heart and tear it in two I know for certain how bad it is, so I spare you the truth Dont wanna break em but I know I gotta bend the rules Bend the rules Bend the rules Bend the rules Bend the rules Bend the rules

x8 What In my grey tee x2 I mob in my grey tee I rob in my grey tee Fuck bein a rapper, I wanna ride in my grey tee Cooling in my grey tee Foolin in my grey tee Bitch, suck my dick, and she droolin in my grey tee Inside peanut butter, outside jelly Grape Air Force, ones feeling like Nelly Slimped up, tipping, got my chain all heavy Diamonds in my , think its dope that Im selling Im a pimp in my own fuckin mind Hit the scene right, turn up the alpine Two Twelve beatin with the weapon on my side Tryna jack me, you must really wanna die Speak so smooth, still its so hard Looking at the car and they think I sell hard Bitch, thats Na$tys, Im rolling in the backseat Twelve gauge in the front, booming like a track meet I roll in my grey tee Smoke in my grey tee Fuck a Swisher Sweet, Backwoods in my grey tee Pimp in my grey tee Dip in my grey tee Young Brad Pitt, look good in my grey tee x2 I mob in my grey tee I rob in my grey tee Fuck bein a rapper, I wanna ride in my grey tee Cooling in my grey tee Foolin in my grey tee Bitch, suck my dick, and she droolin in my grey tee Slip up on the scene, torn jeans and an all grey shirt Pull out this machete, you gonna get your ass murked Oh, I think they like me Blood on my Nikes, in the cut you can find me Blade held tightly So icy boy, shinin like lightning, boy Deader than a doornail, looking finer boy All grey like my weaponry I know youre stressin me Killed your bitch, she suck my dick, I put her in a pedigree Triple As, time to play the game, gold chains, thats a stain, poppin thangs with the shirt, whats your name? Hammer snappin, bitch cant do it like me Bury me in huaraches to match my grey tee Pants saggin, extra trashy, gold mouth, extra flashy Girls shake that laffy taffy, never fuck a thug like Daffy Diamonds look ridiculous, bait to my dick an shit Jump into that Chevy thang, see now twenty , bitch x2 I mob in my grey tee I rob in my grey tee Fuck bein a rapper, I wanna ride in my grey tee Cooling in my grey tee Foolin in my grey tee Bitch, suck my dick, and she droolin in my grey tee

Im in the projects, bitch Bumpin Project Bitch See my chain tucked in Im never flauntin shit See Im dopin slowly See Im smokin, chokin Ive been rollin, hopin That I live just to see my own kids That Im there on the day that they drivin That theyre there on the night that Im dyin No tears, tell em stop that cryin Lived a life full of gold and diamonds See in my grave all i hear is silence See in my days all i saw was violence Gunshots when i shut my eyelids In the A.M. wake to the sirens Its a tragedy, when i watch the world its just sad to me Its like watching the death of a masterpiece Cant do a thing just gotta watch it bleed Just gotta watch it bleed Cant do a thing just gotta watch it bleed Watching the earth its so sad to me Its like watching the death of a masterpiece What, SESH, Bones, yea

Im in a Maybach cruisin That shit foolish Gimme two wheels and a seat Im cool with it So Joe cool with it, lay back chill type Dark ass shades Johnny cage aint this nice x2 I think I was a rapper in my past life With that said, lets get rich twice Got money on my mind like Weezy Rock dark ass frames like Eazy Flow radder like Master P Team SESH be an army, B. Geezy Im really real but I aint gotta say it If you gotta hose you aint gotta spray it You know I rock this bitch like Amadeus And Im here all day, shit, nobody could save ya Its the year of the rat Team SESH plus that bitch you do the math Money in the bath All my screens flat All my things flashy All my clothes black x2 Everything black, black Young Johnny Cash, Cash

Robert Davis he the king of the South Robert Davis he the king of the South RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth Robert Davis he the king of the South Robert Davis he the king of the South RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth Robert Davis, in my system I turn it up and then I can feel him Robert Davis, in my switcher I take a hit and I can feel it Never goin down, always comin up And Dont ask whats up cuz I get whats up Dont ask whats good, the answers me And dont ask who Im with, Im with the team Im guttin blunts, Im cuttin trees Young lumberjack with the rolled up sleeves Rolled up jeans blowin rolled up leaves Ashin out the window to the cold cut breeze Cold cut team with the cold cut dream NIP till I RIP Please, believe me, I been killin these beats and bury them in a burial underneath the streets Under my in the bleachers I never see ya waitin near the rejack When we went outlaw, like road dog, and we were bad boys like DX Throw an XD and then suck it See we dont give a fuck we say fuck it Fuck that and fuck Dave get ripped away but get out the way Robert Davis he the king of the South Robert Davis he the king of the South RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth Robert Davis he the king of the South Robert Davis he the king of the South RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth Robert Davis, Robert Davis, DJ Screw up in my playlist Killin most of you niggas that say this Glock in my Stop the phone got reprimanded These rowdy niggas got weapons with em Thats birdy stoops my ravin nigga Stylish rag on my belt buckle, niggas talk tough but they felt knuckles Rollin this dope while she cock back the lookin for demons niggas get high listenin to Pimp C niggas aint knowin a god damn thing bustin your brains Whats up, pimpin these hoes Dont mess with Texas they tell you before Smokin this low, tippin the foes Robert Davis he the king of the South Robert Davis he the king of the South RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth Robert Davis he the king of the South Robert Davis he the king of the South RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth Robert Davis he the king of the South Robert Davis he the king of the South RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth

Night it be fallin Tires they be spinnin Deadboys crawlin Slide to the finish Moon seem to follow us everywhere that we’ve ridden Street lights glowin reflectin up off the pavement We like goin so do not come try to stop it That will get you locked in radar ready, call the option TeamSESH watchin every time you think you lone The tombstone legend pack your bags and take you home The whisper of the wind says one thing Bones You know who you dealin with, don’t act like you don’t know Every night spent trynna get a hit Love you if you with me, motherfuck you if you ain’t Wind blowin Night smoke Every night spent trynna get a hit Love you if you with me, motherfuck you if you ain’t Wind blowin Night smoke Sesh What?

You’ve always known Just what I like to do You’re always there When I need a second view I need you, I need you I need you, I need- I thought about everything you said Floating around inside my head And I can’t sleep I can’t breathe I just want to wake up next to you My whole life I’ve been waiting for you Before I was Bones, I was waiting for you

Every little thing youve done Wiped under Nothing keeps you awake but you now Youre so beyond this

Yeah, right about now Comptons in the mothafucking house Yeah Tell em where you from Yeah, SESH What? Whole lotta money, got a whole lotta bitches Got a whole lotta cars with a whole bunch of switches White folks hate me cause they say Im acting different Tie they shoestrings and buck them down, say they must be tripping A bottle of Tanqueray, mixed with some Alizé A dash of that Hennessey and the bottle say E and J Bitch thats Serenity. I take it like, every day I kill it in every way, scary white pimp and Im here to play Let it bang bang if you gang gang, so if you down to roll Gonna roll over to the creek and grab that pistol on my draw Im the sickest, the wickedest, all these women Im flipping I got cigars that Im splitting and put some drugs all in em Im spitting that venom, flowing so heavy, baby if you down to roll Gonna roll over to the crib, grab the sheets, and lock the door Bitch, Im sick of just playin these games, is you down to roll? If not, just let me know. I always got blunts to roll What? What? What? What? TeamSESH, fuck you You a stupid motherfucker Somewhere in your city, looking oh so pretty All black, got a black Mac that match my black hoodie Neck dripping in gold, wrist dripping in platinum Hundred blunts in a hundred minutes, now I dont know what happened See, all I got is my brothers, all I got is my team See, all I got is my flows, see all I got is my beats All you got is your bitch until she leave with me Then all you got is that TV that you turn on and see me Every raps a crime scene, 187 — my rhyme scheme The best rappers that ever lived, my flows always remind me The underground behind me, so give a fuck if you sign me The only cracker spitting crack, these other kids just rhyme things What? What? Team SESH. TH@ Kid, bitch, yes You a stupid motherfucker

OUNCE IN THE PACK ON MY BACK FIND ME RIDING DOWN THE STREET TO THE SOUND OF THE SAX KID ON THE FLOW NICE GUY ON THE PADS KILLING BLUNT AFTER BLUNT TO THE SOUND OF THE SAX IN THE HOT TUB ROLLING BONES ON MY MAC TAKING BLUNTS TO THE FACE TO THE SOUND OF THE SAX TEAM SESH RAT PACK BLACK ON BLACK JUST A SCHOLAR WITH A DREAM AND SOME WEED IN HIS RAP OUNCE IN THE PACK ON MY BACK FIND ME RIDING DOWN THE STREET TO THE SOUND OF THE SAX KID ON THE FLOW NICE GUY ON THE PADS KILLING BLUNT AFTER BLUNT TO THE SOUND OF THE SAX THIS IS THE SOUND OF THE SAX THAT RIDING UP THE BLOCK WITH AN OUNCE IN YOUR BAG PEOPLE TRY TO LAUGH WHEN THEY SEE I REALLY RAP BUT IM TRYING NOT TO LAUGH EVERY TIME I FUCKING RAP

Basement life Christmas lights Gin with Sprite Wine on ice Short list of the things that I like Its funny how drunk nights describe life Feel my lines Hear my rhymes Recycling bottles, we on the wintertime grind Savin up bucks to get wintertime drunk Phones on silent, lets have fun Run in garage Chillin in the rush Ice was gone Somebody run to the store Get a big thing of cubes and a six pack of Dew, see we do real big I wish youd get a clue Just teenagers, sub woof bangin Cops knock on the door, quiet till they leavin Now turn it up, that all the neighbors hearin Pals started talkin, the girls started hearin The ways that the young do Thats party all the time first week day two Sixtel new, get up that Dew Whatever we did last night, times two Skip school, act foolish like kids do Run em up through town then go back to The basement, come and stay the night Id like to welcome yall to the times of my life I aint losin friends, but I be losing sleep In the garage at night screamin lyrics to that shit , pouring out my soul, trying to balance my composure, but I cant do it alone I need my gang with me I see what thingsll be For the dope-ass kids from scrap nation From off the , turn it back again I need some space I say, I need some time I got my foot in the door, and I got money on my mind Because I, Im steady racin in the marathon Im steady, pushin my way off the bar Im steady, dreaming, oh Im steady dreamin I can show everybody what I be California Dreamin I came from the basement, grew up in the basement Tanqueray on shallow days, feelin like we made it I be in the basement I wish that you could face it The pictures out of focus, but the image never fading See, yall trying to do what we already done So no matter what, you just a re-run Yo, click rewind, hit me twice, we can settle what you said, you aint consider me tight Im a K2-kid on my K2-shit Take me into your lungs, Ima let loose bitch with the loose cannons Runnin town like errands When we shot at, we shot back like Terrance We was the ones that made the past Gave a the liter and guess who was dead last Yall was in the bag, who was first class? When I see , half full glass But you was still mad, plannin your attack Made cause we had somethin youll never have Tally, creativity, just imaginin a world without us is like ones without the magic Stars, planets, worlds collide Then the red lights on and the Kid goes live Time flies when you truly alive Id like to welcome yall to the times of my life I came from the basement, grew up in the basement Tanqueray on shallow days, feelin like we made it I be in the basement I wish that you could face it The pictures out of focus, but the image never fading Welcome to the basement with the basement Welcome to the basement Im feelin like we made it Welcome to the basement

A scrub is a guy that thinks hes fly Hes also known as a busta Always talkin about what he wants And just sits on his broke ass So no, I dont want your number No, I dont want to give you mine No, I dont want to meet you nowhere No, I dont want none of your time No, I dont want no scrubs A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me Hangin out the passenger side of his best friends ride Trying to holla at me I dont want no scrubs A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me Hangin out the passenger side of his best friends ride Trying to holla at me

Hundred spoke rims Hundred proof gin Doing 150 in my hundred dollar timbs Tangueray clouds Alize drops Cognac dreams of the motherfucking top Diamond on the wheel Ruby on the dash Sapphire blunts flicking emerald ash 24 karats 24 hours Got a penthouse look like the Eiffel tower Mary Antoinette Jewels on my chest Village bow to me when Im hopping off the jet Shag rug carpet all gold vossen the day that I go need me a gold coffin Blunts Im sparking pitbulls barking never catch me without some frames like Arthur Young King Bones, heir to the throne hoes feed me grapes and hear the ring from my phone Get the dial tonin, call and collect Star 67 you dont get no respect I been out there slamming doors I been out there slamming doors knocking pictures off the wall Im a motherfucking pimp and Im riding in the whip What you know about this, bitch its 1996 Im a motherfucking pimp Motherfucking pimp, riding in the whip like its 96 Im a motherfucking pimp, riding in the whip like its 96 what

Still aint got a license so Im riding shotgun Shotgun cock some white pigs that pop guns These pop stars platinum fuck that I want some, act like you want none Bitch i know you want some Sickest bar none, words i got them Youre favorite rapper, well i probably taught them Drugs i bought and bang like someone shot them Fuck them cut them, its soft like cotton Bitches probably rhymes must be if you talking bout a white kid that is not me You pop like lolly, i dont fuck with molly Cup full of those jollies, in my syrup drowning Robert Downey my white skin, shine bright like lightning My white benz my white friends say my shit so fucking sick If they dont like it tell em suck a dick Tell them th@ kid bring some weapons in I must have been like fucking six When i was on my bed, screaming fuck the pigs Plastic clip in my plastic mag Orange tip spraying hella shots Not acting white not acting black Just acting how i fucking wanna act Nose full of coke sock full of crack Big gold rope yelling 80 stack Grand-master flash, just ashing fast If you tryna sesh just pass the test Acid best, face better Morning needs the dam way i said it My females a master piece I might just shed a tear, dont let me fucking shed it Dont let me fucking shed it, boutta shed a tear Dont let me fucking shed it Sesh

Sipping on that Tanqueray Feeling like its fucking 98 Raindrops on my windshield Just get me proof, I seen brighter days Swinging lanes in that caddy Stuntin like my daddy Blown switches at the red lights And pouring up on the alleys See, the cops really dont like me But then again, motherfuck em Cause the only thing they try to see Is a white pimp get busted A couple chains on my neck Let me know they aint take em yet I pay dues, I catch the check And I get flow, so pay respect Tanqueray in my system The bassline Im flowin Slidin round your city My diamonds shinin, they glowin Tanqueray in my system The bassline Im flowin Slidin round your city My diamonds shinin, they glowin They know Im screaming fuck they Till the day Im in the dirt Boy, Im screaming fuck they

The bass knockin, bitch open up Go pour a cup, if you smoke, roll a blunt Brand new ounce, young and full of drugs Still not giving it up, still not giving a fuck I couldnt stop rappin if i fuckin tried to They say this shit was sick bitch, trust me youre being lied to Mountain full of ash thats too raps times two Your shit may be awesome but my shits fuckin colossal My shits underground my genre should just be fossil TeamSesh, fuck Dave, yep thats the motto Came through ice around my neck young gelato Remember when my teacher said I wouldnt make it far though Now I dont leave my house without one of my chains on though Only spend a thousand if i need to let the trunk blow Rappin all day smoking weed in my condo Me and my fuckin team killin beats till the sun go down And even when it do we still love guttin blunts Dont worry its what we do One ounce, one day, 30 raps to the face, new high, new fade, new money to fuckin make 300 something songs, 19 fuckin mixtapes Your whole catalogue of musics a mistake Your shits so fifth place, mines so first Been rhyming since the cradle, imma rhyme until the hearse, I murk Ever verse I blurt, kids so dope, flow so berserk

Blades get flickin These bitches get to runnin Acting, acting like you tough But you know you aint thuggin You a pussy boy Pussy, pussy boy You a pussy boy Dont push, dont push me boy Give a fuck what they say when they speaking out Told yo bitch ass on G double O Ouija the goat Im the buffalo If aint about dough leave me the fuck alone Killas all off in that Got me on my Tropicana flow Cut them all up Bobby Flay with the blade And wont change for the change Ima kill em all Trap bitch bouncing in my lap in my trap house Yeah light a cigarette ash in that bitch mouth yeah Got my braids on swang ate her ass out yeah Get my blade heard these bitches want the fade yeah Yo bitch know my fucking name My wrist dripping like Purple Rain Toof Gang in my fucking veins no switch about me but the blade My family we coming mane Pussy boys dont want it mane They swear to god they dug it mane We pop the blade and they runnin mane Im just that family mane Fuck with me they coming for your family mane Cant stand me mane Dont get it twisted like you annie Im depressing pop a xanny man we dripping like Dasani man I might pop another bandie got the goons Im pretty handy man Toof gang gang gang gang gang You not in the fight motherfucka you a loser Thats that shit you and your crew be doing goof troop Man yall goofy You and your dudes be like a dress trying to cover up your pussy You a bitch boy! You a bitch boy! The way I live my life give these pussy motherfuckers something to talk about Shawty wanna talk shit Shawty get knocked out they feelings I know I aint living right But its was taught then really hard now Bout to fall apart dont die for the squad Im a god now Bitch Im Down from the start on the block now

Rollin up the block pullin 187s Sippin on a bottle full of cough suppressants Havent met the preacher havent met the reverend But my flows gotta be the closest thing to heaven Ima break the levy Ima break the blunt Ima show my ights, Ima shake the junt Ima do what I want, Ima slang the drugs Ima stack my money, Ima save that up When I was young always wanted a range to back up Now Im pullin out stuntin on bitches and black trucks Hoes they lap up Im pimpin Im macked up Draped up dripped out mac-10 clipped up Ima ghost but I thought I fucking told ya All these bitches call me bones young graveyard soldier Gettin little older, gettin little bigga, im a young fucking killin these blunts be the victims Somewhere on your block lookin for the cops got my head on a swivel got my Glock on cock Anotha 24 in califor n-I-a they know its all good I aint even gotta say Rollin up the block pullin 187s Sippin on a bottle full of cough suppressants Havent met the preacher havent met the reverend But my flows gotta be the closest thing to heaven Closest thing to Heaven Flows gotta be the closest thing to heaven Rollin up the block pullin 187s Sippin on a bottle full of cough suppressants

I got that rolie on my wrist I got that gold around my neck I got that beeper on my hip I got that beam up on that TEC And it go Bang, bang, bang Bitch, I got a Chain That bling That bling Bitch, I got a Ring, ring, ring That do the That do the motherfucking same In my drop-top Cadillac bumping down your street Knocking pictures off the wall, letting my fucking speakers be Keep it pimping Never tripping Never slipping Grain ripping Bitch Im different, water sipping In the alley behind your building Where Im spitting My sentences kill em no matter what I say the shit I spit and the flows I kick turn grey skies to sunny days Past the sunny haze Riding in bucket seat Turn the bass up and feel like nobody can fuck with me I got that rolie on my wrist I got that gold around my neck I got that beeper on my hip I got that beam up on that TEC And it go Bang, bang, bang Bitch, I got a Chain That bling That bling Bitch, I got a Ring, ring, ring That do the That do the motherfucking same

Dont get too comfortable, the moneys for motherfuckers finna punish you Come for you, for the darkest shit, dumber than dumb when the substance lit Little bit nice when the dank is in em The little tie dyes are my favorite visions Study Geto Boys and they gangsta-isms, cause if I didnt have rap I would strangle women From the 40 farm with the black cap back, runnin out the whip cause the slap crash fast Got a mask and a vest and a massive aggression Im packin a pistol, its natural selection You packin the bowl and you pass to the next one Cold in the soul so practice affection but fuck it, lets get it tragic in Texas Hydrocodones on my face, itches scratchin till I go faceless This basements where we get wasted and make these tapes so nonsensical Walk into school, follow the laws of the mystic rule Pickin they pockets and lickin a shot Cause you missing the point if you think that my mission is profit What Bad motherfucker and my attitude match that Get cashed and I see those flashbacks All black with the motherfuckin rat pack Big blunt full of dope, I ash that Im in the grave six feet deep, got a big screen no HD I flick ash and watch TV, N64 no PS3 MAC D.L.E on my speaker box, call the cops my speakers not White thug, never gave a fuck Gettin rich quick, tell me why we should stop My razor blade in my right hand, brass knuckles up in my left Not acting hard, just being Bones, just rolling drugs on my step Yeah Cup full of that life Swisher full of that death Skull full of them dollar signs, its safe to say that Im cashed Eric up in the back Sik ridin that shotgun Bones grippin that woodgrain Even red lights couldnt stop Yung Im gone

The sun down, the moon up We just ridin round, smokin blunts The sun down, the moon up We just ridin round, smokin blunts Yeah, yeah Sesh, yeah, yeah, uh Out of the blue Into the black They give you this But you pay for that Out of the blue Into the black They give you this But you pay for that

My chain shine like moonlight My hand looks like Saturn I gotta buncha rings, with a buncha rocks Thats all diamonds and platinum See Im somewhere thats real far from you Say you sound like me thats far from truth If you only knew that Ive been it dude Ive been around the block see Im far from new Far from you, Far from the world From ya house Far from ya girl You can have it all, You can have it all I light blunt she like adderall Keep it girl I dont want ya call Keep ya life I dont want ya bars 98 and Im Kid Rock feel the bass bang bawitadaba Expensive cars Designer rags No brand name got nothin on my tags Bumpin in the Lac Rollin in the back Gotta brick fulla dope and that pack for tha rats Gotta black Mac-10 and it boom like bap Tanquray showers, Alize baths Five bedrooms and they all be the same Walls made of gold, Waterbed fulla lean Marble floor, blunt connoisseurs Champagne I got bottles full Livin life like a fuckin prince It aint about me then they kiss the gold Murals on my ceiling Pearls on my necklace Bitches feeding me grapes I guess its fresh fruit for breakfast

Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Gateway drugs gateway blunt Blowin smoke and catch a gateway bus Get crunk while Im rollin up Young Lil John, high up Gateway drugs in my cup Gateway drugs in my blunt I got the key in my hand and my key in the gate and Im bout to open up like Open sesame Rescue me from my destiny Whats left of me is a recipe of Mountain Dew and phetamines Flows sick, definitely Cool as shit, yes sir-ee Puttin it down till Im down in the ground a hundred years from now and you wont remember me Friend of me, enemy, either way dead to me Tires they blow, pedals keep pedaling Wheelie keep turning, blunts keep on burning Cadillac swerving, bangin the curbs Young dumbfuck with a blunt full of herb Lessons Ive learned, bridges Ive burned Dues that Ive paid, tables Ive turned Fuck that noise I got money to earn Fuck is up? Puttin it down till your bitch pick it up Bitch thats enough I wind up in the trunk One on the trigger and one on the Glock Servin the fiends up on the block Bitch I rhyme, but bitch I rap They can lie, then so can I yuh Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most

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Im the old photograph that puts the chills in your spine Im the sound of your mothers voice saying its alright Im the simplistic beauty like the world when you were five Everything you know now, wanna delete it out your mind You just wanna go back, wanna get away You try your hardest but your heart is just gon make you stay Burning dope in the moonlight Everything your father said youll see is coming true tonight Both eyes closed Looking like a work of art chiseled out of stone I dont wanna go Both eyes closed Looking like a work of art chiseled out of stone I dont wanna go

Youve never been this high before Youve never been this high before Rollin blunts, blowin hoes Would they know than Im getting so cold Lookin down at the Earth below Flow dynamite and its about to blow I cant believe just what Im seen From the sunrises to the evenings Everyday is like a motion picture Lights camera and its fuckin action Groovy fashion, weed assassin Rag came direct just for askin Always rappin, always hashin Always pimpin, always mackin Youve never been this high before Youve never been this high before

All I know is all Im told And from what Im told Im holy, Im holy All I know is all Im told And from what Im told Im holy, Im holy Im zaggin to the max, blowin stacks and blowin racks Molly aint my type of woman ho, Id rather fuck with caps I might break you off some bap, but I never give you dap If you think you got some ana, state your business with my strap Im buckin off the map, and Im lookin for the cap, lookin for the chewin, watcha doin, drop it in my lap Let me know what you about, if you think that you can ride Ice skatin in the century, bumpin TeamSESH inside In the subs I got that work, young n thuggin like lil turk Pushin product just like burt, 100 grand in Gucci purse I can get it drastic, but you do not want it to be worse If my anger bubble burst, Im makin hollow tips disperse From the grave Im reppin SESH, bury me in kevlar vest Got some ana on my chest, I simply cannot let it rest I might put you on the track, and see if you can pass the test Pimpin as a mack, I gotta keep my wealth all to myself SESH Dopin by myself, pimpin bitches off the shelf Its the skinny white pimp, motorolas on my belt Bitch I came from the grave, words crawlin through my veins Blood drippin from my bones, switch blade up on my waist Bitch Im rollin, Im zonin, my eyes closed and Im flowin I disappear when Im goin, feed her pills and tell her call me in the morning No I aint afraid to take a mothers son away I stay with me, some killers that will fight for me Ridin around, just me and you, blowin dope out the fuckin roof Ash cover my dashboard, Im a living legend, thats just the truth Ridin around, just me and you, blowin dope out the fuckin roof Ash cover my dashboard, Im a living legend, thats just the truth Youve always known just what I wanted to do All I know is all Im told And from what Im told Im holy, Im holy All I know is all Im told And from what Im told Im holy, Im holy

Pull up, hop outside and forget Ive been on a different route Get down, lay down, stay the fuck back Dont you go and make me shy away Go to and No time to wait around Ive been doing pretty well How bout you? I cant tell Stop Stop what youre doing and tell me what is wrong You aint gotta say a thing, I know your body well For the most part Im fine, alright, cant hide So while we lurk in the dark this time I cant hide How in the fuck did I get here? My mind is stuck in the 5th gear I cant believe that I live here I dont believe it at all How in the fuck did I get here? My mind is stuck in the 5th gear I cant believe that I live here I dont believe it at all

A scrub is a guy that thinks hes fly Hes also known as a busta Always talkin about what he wants And just sits on his broke ass No, I dont want your number No, I dont want to give you mine No, I dont want to meet you nowhere No, I dont want none of your time No, I dont want no scrubs A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me Hangin out the passenger side of his best friends ride Trying to holla at me I dont want no scrubs A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me Hangin out the passenger side of his best friends ride Trying to holla at me

water splashing Underneath the under water waterfall with you Spring in 96; Fall of 92 All I want is you but if you have to go away Ill find my constellation in distractions through the day You look up at me with only the most beautiful gaze I kiss you on the forehead cause I dont know what to say I worship with my hands as I revel in how you taste My biggest fear is that I will be someone that you hate The first time that I saw you ever I was in a daze I leaned against the wall sippin tea watching you sway I saw you as a huntress I did not see you as prey All I had to do was pray that you would not move out the way I want you to remain all up in my personal space And whisk away layers of Jungle Queen of time and space Eternal sunshine of none of my memories erased I bite you hard with fangs and kiss you deeper than the bass Im ridin shotgun with the weapon on my waist Step in my direction Catch a metal to ya brains That blade to ya face; dontchu try and run away Tell me that you should a loved my like you used to always say Never had trust, got no love in my veins Rip my heart and throw it on the ground Replace it with the bass Im dopin when it boom Bitch I hope I see you soon All alone, Nowhere to run flying high on my broom Im dropping from the heavens just to speak and make some money Yes Ive made a little but Ive yet to feel the comfort Im aiming up for nothing Got my eyes shutted Im buggin bugs Insects crawling on my skin while Im stuntin through the yard With the stone in the crips in the bones Just know you aint alone I said no you aint alone uh

Ancient silk, gold buttons Hear the bass, know BONES coming Young Pharaoh, Im a young prince They bow to me and keep drugs coming Rolling up on my throne Crown flooded in stones Sapphires, got emeralds I got diamonds next to my pearls Young majesty, they asking me What I want to eat Say Fashion me Bowl of fruit, big glass of life One satin rag to shine up my knife All my life, every night Eyes out the glass, case the reaper tries Guns blaring, future died Is it life or death, quick you decide In the casket deep, young tragedy Dapper punk Flow masterpiece Whole village They bow to me Turn water to lean Turn grass to weed

Let me tell you a little story about a skinny white pimp Got the heater on his lap, got a beeper on his hip In the parking lot slangin mixtapes out the whip Drop the top, hit the switch, watch the trunk do tricks

Whats goin on You dont gotta tell me nothing You dont gotta tell me nothing You dont gotta tell me nothing You dont gotta say a word You dont gotta run in hind, its your world You dont gotta tell me lies You dont gotta act your age You can outlaw all you want, Ill wait

Slidin in my cutlass slammin the bump up on the speaker box Prayin to yoself I cant relate bitch I dont need a god Find me where the demons are, ridin in the demon car Stone stick shift, know its bones when you see the car Killin it better believe it tho Murder right up in yo stereo Tell me now whats a scenario Two swishers rolled now here we go Yo girlfriend she called you and she told you that she home She hang up, the shots in mouth, now she ridin round she with bones Now she posted up in my home Whole room smellin like smoke She in my bed with my chain on and when she go to sleep Im ghost She tell me that she like the flow she know the words to my music She naked under that shirt of mine so please dont confuse it I aint lyin I do it Bitch you home doin nothin See everydays a fucking Saturday, Im livin life and I love it One million blunts rolled up for the drive, its the slim white pimp dollar signs on my eyes

Everybody talk about guns Everybody talk about drugs Everybody wanna be everybody else But me? I never gave a fuck I dont get along with the ones that tag along. Bitch Id rather be on my own. Switchblade holdin Backwoods folding Young dumb fuck with a sock full of dope 101 hoes in a limousine rose No phone, up late Try to get it can talk All I ever do is flow All I ever do is smoke Couldnt take my life cause Im already gone Everybody wanna be next Everybody wanna be the best They know us but we dont know them Everybody just wanna be SESH

Hey Im Satans gift to the twenty first century Shitting in brown bags and lighting them on your porch to see Exactly how much shit you can take from me Ding Dong ditching these rappers until they start to plead insanity The baddest kid on the block Bullet pop A bad temper makes me weed and some rock I got people saying the paying attention to shit But you gotta stay humble without you mentioning shit Bitch Im on another level You cant surpass me My teachers knew that too, thats why they never passed me Maybe actually the problem went and practically blew up in my face When I didnt do my maths sheets But they did teaching for everyone for everything that they teach us There was one bad kid ditching class on the bleachers And that was me Hello world Coming live from the place with Hollywood girls Im drunk down and tryna holla at your bitch I told her if she bring a friend, we can all split like Banana peels, abundant gorilla thugs, you feel me? Little bitches while Im Mighty Joe Young See Im fresh out the Styx While dirt roads back home werent leading me to shit So, I said fuck it I moved away now I wake and live the California Dream everyday My teachers use to hold me after when I did wrong And asked me what I wanna do Id say rap songs They got to laughing everytime that I said it Now I get emails saying that they regret it

I only fuck with those who only fuck with me A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps I only fuck with those who only fuck with me A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps I only fuck with those who only fuck with me A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps I keeps me a nine millimeter just in case A cowards in my face These bullets he gone taste See, I dont wanna die so I keep on me a nine See, I just need some time to prove that the world is mine Dont gotta say Im dope, cause they already know The Th@ Kid flows like from the store These bitches already heard me These bitches already swerving These bitches already calling, it aint even 7:30 See, Timberland my boots Versace on the suit Rolex on my wrist, chunk the dukes and bang the Screw See, I aint down south I aint up north I aint west coast nor east, I am tourin Im everything you know, from that 94 The sound of chopper shells slowly droppin to the floor Im sippin and blowin my Os Im grippin and pourin the fo Im bangin and swangin, Im movin and cruisin Im lookin at you and Im slammin the fuckin door Let it go, Im in my zone Look at my eye like Fuck you on? Drugs in my blunt like fuck, Im gone With the fuckin team and we fuckin on, bitch I only fuck with those who only fuck with me A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps I only fuck with those who only fuck with me A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps

I hit the three wheel motion Im guttin swishers while Im mixin up the potion My rims like thorns, always stay pokin Bath full of cash, got lungs full of roses These white kids dont impress me On something one week, off that next week Black skully no shirt gold links Im the best cracker rapper, flow give em cold feet Drown in the bass, drown in my ways The water gets deep and my mind starts to change Actin like you in it to win it but you just in it for pictures See, you just in it to talk about it You just it in it to picture yourself on stage Givin crowds what they need to get wild, get buck, get hype Born in the day I was raised in the night See, young fuckin ghost, good luck tryna fight me Always with the team, you know where to find me Always seems to be the white kids that dont like me Aint about race no, its all about sound But my mind starts talking and its speakin out loud Thinkin out loud, Im just talkin to myself Should I give the game life? Should I give the game death?

Now a days rap musics a metaphor in a beat Just dumbed down for dumb crowds to get what they mean And all the sudden im getting all these pats on the back From the same kids who used to hate when i say that i like rap Like hey i like it too now, you heard of wiz khalifa? curren$y? Mac Miller? Black and Yellows my favorite Its just the same bullshit every time that i hear it Thinkin they so underground when they dont fuckin know the meaning Just cause you went home and did some research on em Downloaded the discography you think you been on em But you fuckin been off em And i know that thats a fact Get to laughing every time you faggots say you like rap What happened to baller blockin and throwin shots at artists when they slip up and use your name in their recordin What you know about wayne fool? he went and fuckin made it Did you have dedication when he dropped dedication? See, the problem with today, better yet with rap You can go home and log on and download the pack But still, youll never know what its like to be a fan Signin off, the rap fanatic, establishin

Its 1994 Pop your trunk, slam your doors We got henny we got dro Now we down at the corner store Now i need you to tell me right now if youre into it We could roll around, till you finally feel youre feeling it

Cold breeze warm weather Bucket hat with my cashmere sweater Never acting like Im better Still bitches know young bones never let up Twenty five lighters on the dresser, yes sir Lately I aint smoke still higher, than ever Rose water in my tea sip it slow As I think, close my eyes, just breathe, let it go Im just loving every second Im alive From the day I was born till the night that I die You try hard but me, I dont try You acting like you hard but we know you just a lie I aint trying to portray no image Just a young white fuck no car still driven Young dumb funny girl looking like Patty Hank hill whip gold wheel white caddy Propane flowing up in my veins Watch where you light the blunt You dont want to see me bang, bang You dont want to see me bang, bang

Young living legend I dont need no Mac-11 Feed her pills to she kill Then I smoke and resurrect em Bitch Im creeping in the kut Spider webs up on my blunt Blood dripping from my wrists Got veins full of drugs Locked away in the cellar Got a girl like Sarah Gellar Only smoking If I let her Ill be killing If I tell her Young Freddie Prinze Jr I dont need a fucking Ruger Bitch I sound like bodies dropping And I look like school shooters Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang 1,2,3 Young Bones on the creep Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang Its the skinny white pimp gripping on the switchblade Nasty, Nasty Might catch your body, like a trust fall Hell in a cell vs. Chris Benoit My click in the presence Feel how cold the air gets Bones up on the VHS Looking for the blair witch Visuals satanic rituals Brainwash a nice girl to pop that thing to mystical Cant believe your eyes but you know Im too real Got that fucking thing tucked, like Buffalo Bill Resident Evil: Raccoon City Drugged out zombie bitch snorting blow off of Jills titties But this aint a game on the PlayStation I dont exist Im a fucking myth Figment of your imagination

Sometimes its so hard to be so famous I mean Im so famous Im famous, famous, bitch Im famous Cameras flashin, females faintin Famous, famous, bitch Im famous Got a lot of money so I gotta go spend it Ridin round the city like a big shot In a shirt Ive found at the thrift shop Fuck hip-hop, let the fuckin kid rock Wrist watch, tick-tock, 2, 1, lift off Ive waited my whole fuckin life to be where I am tonight In the Hollywood Hills ownin hundred dollar bills Passin out, wakin up and catchin flights Money in my hand, Im bout to throw it all Ounce in the bag and Im bout to blow it all Hardcore flow, smackdown vs raw Tabloids gossip, blunts get sparked Everybody knows Im the fuckin kid Dropped outta school then I fuckin got rich Somethin always lit, turned up, let me spit The bass goes bang and the lighter goes flick Im famous, famous, bitch Im famous Cameras flashin, females faintin Famous, famous, bitch Im famous Got a lot of money so I gotta go spend it

Purple thang, gold hammers Gleamin as I see you pass Purple thang, gold hammers Gleamin as I see you pass Purple thang, gold hammers Gleamin as I see you pass Purple thang, gold hammers Gleamin as I see you pass Purple thang, gold hammers Gleamin as I see you pass Purple thang, gold hammers Gleamin as I see you pass Purple thang, purple thang Purple thang, purple thang Purple thang, purple thang Purple thang, purple thang Purple thang, purple thang Purple thang, purple thang Purple thang, purple thang Picture me bout it Picture me ballin Like Im back in Oakland Them Daytons pokin You know im swangin That trunk bangin That Bones playin, Im fuckin sayin Im layin low Key for the moment, I aint no shit I aint see no gunshots, i aint load no clip In the night, creepin, peepin out my blinds Will I live to see another sunrise, or will I die I dont know

White skin gold chain Its only when it rains Flashbacks runnin through my mind like drugs in my veins Everyday the same, tryna maintain this being I became Blunts to the face Everything cool, everything fine, everything grand Money in my hand I got money in my hand I could never leave rap you could never understand Put your heart into a flow and youll see what Im sayin Never by the gram, always by the ounce Got a place around the corner for a hundred for a pound Ill show you what Im bout, double Y when I like Cup full of the mix sunny to light Bitch Im high as a kite, Im deceased as a corpse Too cashed lookin like a zombie when I walk SESH This is the time when you roll up all your drugs and get yourself together, ya know

{Verse] I was 13 runnin wild in the fuckin streets Now Im 19 ridin in some bucket seats Ramen noodles on the stove and the fridge empty Stomach growling, water boiling, bread lookin tempting Take the garbage out, wrap it while I shut the can Drag it to the curb, drop it off, spark whats in my hand Young legend still Im living like a peasant All I need is a mic and you know that I could bless you Gold doubloons on my neck spark her like the ocean When the sun hits the liquid in the early morning Long hair down my back like the white ranger Young tommy, gold body, eye of the tiger Casey Jones denim Cold banes flannel Fuck art, smoke blunts, do whats on your mental Never took opinions, only took my pencil I wrote team I wrote sesh and then they came together Ice cream hoody with the bathing ape shoes BBC bucket with some diamond dollar pantaloons 1932 ridin in the model T, tommy gun up out the roof in case you tryna bother me They all hollerin, young Bones father me I get my belt I shut the door and teach em how it ought to be Questions like they auditing, young rap oddity They never heard a sound and seen a sight quite as hard as me And I dont be up on no rap shit Im on that SESH shit, young night rat shit

Pullin up feet hangin out the window Tippin four fours bout to blow like Nintendos Only but my own shit so i ride real slow Time to go hard so im breakin out the steel tones Females love me they put nothin above me Call me room heaven cuz its where i feel godly Fuck your Bugatti I pull up on a bike, blunt hangin out my mouth speed and pass you at the light Like Jesus Christ how we get so high, bloodshot eyes hardly open while i ride just a weird white kid that gets way too high and approaches microphones just to speak in rhymes Like testing, 1, 2 am i coming through? Swangin lane to lane sippin on that screw juice Never fuckin gonna shoot, never gonna kill, never fuckin gonna stop, never fuckin gonna chill Only gonna fuckin stack my paper on top of that All I wanna do is rap, so im fuckin doin that Dreamt a dream when i was 6, so im fuckin chasin that Tool bus, hundred blunts, 30 ounces in the back Degeneration SESH, throw a sucker then we jet Long hair bandana young XPac bitch Young XPac bitch Young XPac bitch Long hair, bandana, young XPac bitch

Grand, Grandmilly in this, bitch Th@ Kid in this, bitch TeamSesh nigga 275 in this hoe And you already know Friday the 13th, Halloween Got me commit me a murder scene Grabbin that strap I dont know how to act If that gat is not packed then Im blowin that MAC Pull up beside of ya ride that tool Psycho mentality, losin my gravity, fight all my life I cant face my reality Murder in the first degree, yo body turn to missing, G Shootouts in the park, all after dark wont solve no mysteries Give her the evidence first Fuck with my Raiders you lay in the dirt Runnin from the police, niggas dont know me, Cadillac pimp when a nigga on a slow creep Bustas get mad but they not strapped This that Three 6 Project Pat Schoolin my young blood to this game Lords of The Underground bringin the pain Hammer cocked up in my ride Tryna get brain From yo slide She a hoe And she blow Whatchu think that I aint know This is for all of my niggas thats pullin them triggers And be bought they business as lord as my witness Im witnessing killers, bodies on couches with blood on the ceiling None to the fucks think Im losin my feelin Killas is with me they ready and willin Run into Crips and Im ready to killem Look in the mirror that bitch is a villain Nigga Friday the 13th Its the 13th Friday the 13th Its the 13th Friday the 13th Its the 13th Friday the 13th Its the 13th Mask cover my face Feelin something like Kane I chokeslam, I piledrive, Im X-Pac when I spray Im JFK with that K Headshots all day When the block gets hot, see the Glock is cocked, and that MAC-10 stay laid On my lap, in the lac, coming down, slangin packs Bring it back, bring it back, to the bottom of the map In the kitchen with the crack, on the stove top boilin Deuces in the trunk, Bobby Johnson when Im ridin Ive been, livin, smoking these blunts and thinking That I need to get this money, so its raps that Ive been kicking Lincoln navigator, Interior alligator TV screen Playstation SEGA, everything your bitch ever dreamed of Bitch its me and Grandmilly in the drop-top lac blowin smoke to the breeze Tangueray cups with the O to the E Cadillac pimpin with the gold on my teeth Whatchu mad for bitch tryna keep my lines clear, call me back when you finish, it... Friday the 13th Its the 13th Friday the 13th Its the 13th Friday the 13th Its the 13th

These pussies all ego Lying bout some kilos Im Prime Time Deion, cut you up in ya Dior Bleedin in designer Fondly you couldnt know Bones will track you down and pack you out with the wolves My whole set glisten like we dipped in gold You and ya clique like lawn chairs, just built to fold I skip the toll, I roll on through, but when they write Dont speak down on me and the crew Blue sky tan boots I had nightmare that I woke up being you I had to shake myself up, it was a fucking view Shit felt so real, I had no skill No hope, no flow, no automobile Just trying to chill somewhere away from it all Imperfect perfections, nature has no flaws Minne oak trees reach up to the clouds No cars, no smog, no cancer allowed

Aye I Havent seen you in a while Hows everything doing Do you still act wild? Long school nights Out party till the lights out Girl you havent changed, I prayed you would by now Cause rumours Finally out, I was tryna father ya Cause boys they always bother ya, and men they always howl at ya I was tryna pull you up outta hell before it killed ya Now it seems you down with the devil And I told ya so No way, can I go further down this road you told me to follow I roll with the sorrow, had some pain to swallow It had me wishing I could wake it, take it to tomorrow The morning after cause you aint living for that You keep living for the drinks, started dying at the thought of that And all I ever truly wanted was the truth, and Im glad that you know The one that cant speak, its you Aye Choice, You gotta make em Choice, Yeah, You gotta make the right one Choice, You gotta make em. But I aint the one, so consider me gone Choice, You gotta make em Choice, Yeah, You gotta make the right one Choice, You gotta make em. But I aint the one, so consider me gone

Raindrops, raindrops Commin down cant stop Water drippin down my window Trees shake when the wind blow Too high I aint lookin down She say she too high, she never commin down Im just glad she came around One milion blunts playin in the background She say she higher that she ever been I say thats cool, roll another one My voice loud on the speakerbox She tell me rewind, turn it up My neighbour say turn it down now We try to sleep, its 2AM And we got to work tomorrow, work tomorrow I dont give a fuck I dont work tomorrow Makes me feel I belong to something We arent human

Night sky Night time Nice wine Why you lyin like you dyin when you lookin like you fine See my white skin shinin, Bones might blind you But take Bones hand baby let Bones guide you Searchin I can find it Examinate and it Open up her eyelids, she say its like diamonds Impeccable my timin On the private island Used to hear violence, but now I hear violins Granite on the counters, never had allowance Little bit of money in my sock now Im loungin Speakers stay poundin, walls stay bouncin Lungs stay full new day, new ounces Overthinkin my situation every day Im patient They say they stars so if so I am the constellation Overthinkin my situation every day Im patient They say they stars so if so I am the constellation

Death up in my cup, clutchin blunts, light em up Same color blood, its the skinny white thug I can never give a fuck cause that just aint me I get high, so alive, now Im P.O.D W.P.O.D, thats White Punk On Dope See, the only thing Ive ever done in my life is flow Im so gone in my song, I disappear into baits I pop up in the middle with no name, no face Find me sittin at my place, Netflix all day Double Ys to the neck, cant feel my face Hate your life so much, cant feel that pain I cant really relate, on clean ice I skate Sharp blades, calm wager, see Bombay With the team, white shirt clean Theyre tryin to be me, they wanna be sick But theres only one Bones, one skinny white pimp Im off a lot of drugs Im off a lot of drugs Im rolling up my blunts Im off a lot of drugs

Back then they didnt want me Now Im hot they all on me 44s Im tipping, wood grain Im gripping Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping Turn your neck in your damn Nissan Me and Bones we aint tripping Im finger flipping and serve sippin like do or die Im hoe pimping, car stop rims keep spinning Im feeling like Josie, all black I slow the creek Leather hat cocked back, and all is gold on me Hop up in that prelude, get mad if she aint nude Young thug get real rude That fucking nasty mattitude Sesh camp posse, whole team glossy Lavish like Liberace, fur coat opened she call me papi Sink my teeth into the mold Ice all in my gold Draw stuff with them rolls Turn my soul real cold Sex and candy paint, here with me Gold cartier frames I can clearly see Flipping these bitches, like a young Geoff Rowley All black Im Mr. Crowley creeping through your alleys 44s Im tipping, wood grain Im gripping Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping Turn your neck in your damn Nissan Me and bones we aint tripping Im finger flipping and serve sippin like do or die Im hoe pimping, car stop rims keep spinning Lookin something like TLC No scrubs on my fucking team No Glock in my fucking jeans But you still get dropped like autumn leaves Still the same old me Walking down the block with the blade on me Go ahead and act like you aint old me Go ahead and take my sounds say you aint old me Put it all on me drop down told them they all gon see Now they all say Bones its been a long time since you been home Didnt do it all alone, been with my brother since young day one Young day want some flippin and killin just like I cant do wrong No you dont get no love People hear your music and they turn it off on you Riding on the passenger side of your best friends ride Get you some money

Young girl and she bad Tongue full of them tats More drugs on her back Now she trippin off of that acid Pills on the counter tell me they were aspirin I aint askin that you can have it She too high, she tell me bring it down I grab her by the hand and put a blunt up in mouth Slightly down south Swangin on them curbs Its like we downtown when im bangin in the curse Trippin She want it bad she gon have to wait cus im sippin But its gettin late theres no time to waste lets get naked All by ourselves and we really high so tell me why the fuck are we waitin

My mind got me missing, this static got me tripping VHS camera in the closet caught these hoes slipping Im limited edition, minus intuition, minus the ambition Lack of my soul causing emission Young dirt bag, everybody knows Got a pocket full of hope and a snub nose Imma take you back, to like 06 Spitfire hoodies flip tricks and hitting licks Fired up the blacks spitting game to the chips Live up in the moment, and never give a shit Present day, 21 years old, mouth full of gold Almost as cold, as my fucking soul I know I aint living right but I aint living wrong Her body super tight kitty poking out the thong Gods in the flesh, gold chains on our chests Team sesh till death till they put my ass to rest My mind got me missing, this static got me tripping VHS camera in the closet caught these hoes slipping Im limited edition, minus intuition, minus the ambition Lack of my soul causing emission Its the young white witch I was raised in the sticks Tattered clothes on my bones blood dripping from my wrists In the woods smoking woods, I aint posted in the hood Bitch Im in the haunted house with the ghosts and the ghouls Every song is a ritual, every blunt is habitual VHS with my visuals, you a fake Im original Rusty hinges on the doors, stone on the walls Leave your body in the cellar leave your blood in the halls Breathe, bitch take a deep breath Its the teenage skeleton flowing it till Im dead I said breathe, bitch take a deep breath See my blade dont say a word but my grave says sesh My mind got me missing, this static got me tripping VHS camera in the closet caught these hoes slipping Im limited edition, minus intuition, minus the ambition Lack of my soul causing emission

Welcome to my world Can take a look around But wipe your feet before you step up inside this house They say if youve seen one youve seen em all But if you havent heard of me you aint heard nothin at all Ive got people who still hate me Havin nightmares of me makin it While awakin to my daydream, so wake up To everybody who sleepin You try to hit the snooze button but it wont stop a beepin Oh my, look how time is flyin I just with diamonds, Im in Another timezone, smokin that time bomb, that C4 tree You aint on what Im on I find myself in the studio Take some kush to the head and now Im lost boy like Rufio I let the truth be told, man I dont run from it I just chase my dreams in a marathon, its all or nothin Work Work Work Work Work Work I got a dude named Vince Vaughn All he do is break up I smoke All I remember is when I wake up I got a girl who gets it free Edible for kush weed I know a guy in the D That gives us tree and LSD You wont believe what you see Pink line, purple weed Black sky, white bank Im doin what you said I couldnt, what you think? Im super cali, fragilistc Twist it off Dont believe in matchin, now Im true Smoke , while I roll this Five hundred dollars For your fuckin volcano I dont give a fuck I roll Work

R kelly braids smoking blunts with my robe on TeamSESH up only bumping my own songs Pinky ring shiny got a glow on Flow give em stage fright show must go on I get my roll on, nothing to roll on, but I dont need one fuck it roll a new bone Grey poupon back of the limo, heading to the bath house feel like jahiro I dont wanna dance with you girl but I watch though Let my seat back sign a lease for the condo One up in the midwest one up on an island one in california the sounds of the sirens Some are playing violins but my brain frys and chocolate milkshake dollar signs on my eyelids Big blunts on the tray with my chains, jewels layed out like its mtv- Cribs , cris in the fridge, ice in my glass ice cold when i sip Strawberry dipped in chocolate alpine blast through my trunk be knockin, lowkey lookin for the profit, thats nothing

How could you do this to me? How could you do this to me? How could you do that to me? And how could you say what you said to me? Im barely alive Im almost dead Hold my hand Hold my hand Drugs in the back of the backyard And I dont know how All these motherfuckers act so hard On the same Now you say you fuckin me How could you do this to me? How could you do this to me? Pussy boy just stop now You act hard, but you not now I wake up and I get cash You wake up and you stress it all See sweat pour down your face You a pussy, I put you in your place I get money and I dont even got to say shit I get money and I dont even conversate I ride with my motherfuckin team We go like some motherfuckin hybrids Roll with the motherfuckin high beams on With the 3M, bitch, we shinin I dont give a fuck what you got to say Bitch, nobody ever will Thats some real fuckin talk From a real fuckin boy From the real fuckin town From the real fuckin state You dont know what it takes All you know was a fake You dont know no real Bitch, please stay away Please stay away Please stay away Please stay away Please stay away

Sesh Sitting on the stu Fresh bowl of fruit The sky is turing electric blue The clouds are pink My eyes are too Bloodshot cant even move I watch the sun when it rise up And I watch the sun as it go down And I watch the moon come up everynight Shits unreal its never slowing down Its raining outside I love the rain I love the ocean I love the eclipse I love the water I love the coffee I love the whiskey I love you I love you I love you I love you I wish I wasnt a robot

Cobblestones on the road, in the old Dutch town Kickin old Dutch flows Pockets full and my bones made of gold Picking fruit up off the tree just to bring it back home Wind let it blow Hear the sound of the crows Ice fall from the sky, skin same color as snow Cops layin low Village scream, Oh no! Kid found in his room stabbed up on the floor Pocket watch tickin so my mind keep racin Gotta get up outta town fore they start tracin Backpack through the woods, over the hills we go Stop at Grandmamas house, young big bad wolf All I got to my name is a knife and some change I was ringin through the city, all Im hearin is some screams, Im.. Overthinkin why I did it No reason comes to mind, so I just keep breathin Wind pickin up and the snow falls harder Stick up , kidnap his daughters Young bandit, wood grain hammer Bash in your nails, tryna step to the blammer The glitz and the glamour, from cute to sin Fuck all the bullshit, Im throwin up tantrums On the run, nowhere to fuckin hide, under the bridge with my gold and a blade by my side, Im Wanted dead or alive Bag of money on my head, dollar signs on my eyes Wanted dead or alive Bag of money on my head, dollar signs on my eyes What?

I be at the thrift shop if you need to find me 2 fools gold chains matchin like siamese 5 dollar shirt and a 7 dollar time piece Time just flies when you livin like I be I be at the thrift shop lookin for a wrist watch Somethin from the 30s, if not its just pish posh Lookin for that vintage Flow old fashion Old briefcase for the times that Im travelin No backpackin, just knapsackin Young dumbfuck in the back blunt wrappin Team so dapper, kid so sharp Camera adores me, young Robert Culp Im lookin like the man and Im feelin like it too In my thrift shop rags fuck your hundred dollar shoes Im lookin like the man and Im feelin like it too In my thrift shop rags fuck your hundred dollar suit [Outro} I be at the thrift shop if you need to find me 2 fools gold chains matchin like siamese 5 dollar shirt and a 7 dollar time piece Time just flies when you livin like I be

Raps Andy Kaufman Pullin up raris So fresh till death I should pull up in a coffin Blunt got me coughin thats how you know its awesome Weed from California but my motor so foreign Yellow testarossa we came with a few horses Motorola beeping wish bitches would quit callin Lookin at my chain mouthes wide like they yawnin Screamin TeamSesh and we aint even fuckin tourin Motherfuck your Nikes Motherfuck your Jordans Motherfuck your Gucci all that shit is just corny But bitch its all gravy Im not tryna change your expectations like a baby all Im tryna do is raise em Born in the bays so Im cool with the raiders Mixtapelegend more cuts than a razor Subwoof bangin CD slangin Cash money records I aint shinin bitch Im blangin Bitch Im famous Bitch Im stainless Not a scratch on me Im the motherfuckin cleanest like Im fresh up out the cleaners Flow be the meanest Pants saggin when I rap so I walk with a demeanor Yeah

Smoking is bad for your health Im so ahead of the times Young daylight savings with a fetish for rhymes Im up while you recline You rise but bitch I shine I shine like a starry night Sharper than the end of my knife Ive got a switchblade in my sock Bikin up the block Dope in my system Checking my mirror for cops If drugs kill, I am death No fear, no respect Sea cress on my white skin Young Turk with my rhymin Father time with my timin My timin so timeless Your time is, never bitch My shits forever its classic So classy but my pocketwatch Team Sesh written on the top Scholar shoes never collars pop Gold cufflinks, young white fuck I dont kill beats, I surf em My flow, you could never learn it My earnings, you could never earn em The blunts I smoke man You could never burn em The team I walk with You could never run with Flights so good and the sun so sunny Fuck a hobby this is life Since the age of fuckin 9 Baller blockin in my headphones Dollar signs all in my mind Blame it on Master P for gettin this flow so nice

Grippin grain blowin haze candy paints still drippin Fresh up out the shop hit the switch then get to flippin Im purple syrup sippin got the key in the ignition Time movin slow reality i can barely grip it See you prolly be slippin, but me i keep it pimpin Switchin lanes, poppin trunks, showin out for all these bitches Dashboard scotty Pippin, Woodgrain grippin Tape deck on blast, speakers in my truck kickin

Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Break out the Break out the Break out the Break, break, break Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Ski mask and a Glock Run up in your spot My parents taught me well so where the fuck did I go wrong What the fuck I got to lose Shoot em up thats kinda rude Rather smoke a blunt and kick a rap but what am I gonna do Ima stick em up quick and the ricochet doesnt hit a man down shots fired now Im runnin through the kitchen Bookin it through the garden sorry bitch I beg your pardon Killin all your daffodils and kickin up all your flowers I put it down for the kids who fuckin cant The kids who hate school but parents wont let em fail Tell em I say fuck you and everything that they believe Thats rude as shit but thats just me if you dont like it leave I got some tricks right here up my fuckin sleeve Mask-like Halloween Automatic weapons under my bed just tryna sleep Let it leap up out the sheets Rip some holes in your knees Now you goin out like Tony face down in the deep Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you

Yeah Reporting live from the Sewer Th@ Kid, RatPack, SESH Hand me down hoodie with a no gold chain on Feeling like DMC back in A4 Hat turned back, kid pushing on my skateboard Cream colour sneakers Life is a cake-walk Once again backs the incredible Here to bring the world some noise So get ready for My racket, smash it Put it in the trash can Other dudes acting Me Im just rapping All these jack-rabbits, thinking Im in last place I just broke the ribbon at the finish of this rat race Your far too kind, Thank you all A special thanks to my friends who thought they knew it all Scratch that, I meant to say old friends Its at the point in life to where hope it was just hopeless Got sick of smoking, got tired of drinking So I closed my eyes, till I woke to freedom On the five speeding, shifting gears and spitting frees Till I got back to LA, and sparked with the team Its the young hitter, batter ups what they screaming Cause every rap that I kicks is as good as my last hit

Lotta people talk about shit that they wont do See right through em analyse what they goin through I dont really know, i cant relate Ive never had urges to broadcast my day Loose key, notice me, live from where the hopeless be Hope my body floats so they can see real peace in every me Abracadabra Everything is Magic, you believe I work hard and thats so tragic 1920 Spanish style, smoking on the patio Ice Watch tell em how it is and how it go Butterscotch interior, make em feel inferior Ice Watch back up on the block, is you hearin this? Tenjin we meet again, i need some cup holders Took me bout, 10 minutes, just to get through customs Had to take off my jewelry, get the fuck up out my way i aint got no time for no Tom Foolery, excuse me Ice Watch. 2017, Ice Watch, now watch it gleem

You say youve got them guns but Ive never seen you bang You say youve got them drugs but Ive never seen you slang You say youre in the game but Ive yet to see you play You say youre going hard but nobody feels the same You say youve got them guns but Ive never seen you bang You say youve got them drugs but Ive never seen you slang You say youre in the game but Ive yet to see you play You say youre going hard but nobody feels the same Swerving off, my eyes closed Graveyards where I call home Razor blade in my fucking palms, touch me and Imma cut you off Raindrops on my white skin, turn ghost and Im in my zone Hair long, my blunt’s short, always smoke, so we rollin more Coming down, coming down, see me, but dont hear a sound Ridin round, ridin round, Cemetary Blunts in the background loud Now now, burn it all to the ground To the ground, ground, Bones back in time I aint got no fucking chain, I aint got no diamond ring Young Justin Timberlake, all these bitches know my name If you see me out in public then you know I got the blade If you see me on the stage you know I got the blade Hundred pills in my pocket but that shit is not for me I feed em to my girl and watch her drop down to her knees Ghost in my hair, I got ash on my jeans These women tryna scheme cause I look like Dawsons Creek You say youve got them guns but Ive never seen you bang You say youve got them drugs but Ive never seen you slang You say youre in the game but Ive yet to see you play You say youre going hard but nobody feels the same You say youve got them guns but Ive never seen you bang You say youve got them drugs but Ive never seen you slang You say youre in the game but Ive yet to see you play You say youre going hard but nobody feels the same, yeah

Flawless, with my victories You are now tuned into history See the day that I go theyll be missin me See rap bang complete, I am the missing piece Legendary everything, I touch Masterpiece every time we fuck In the graveyard not rolling blunts First ash to ash and then its dust to dust Haunted house while I sleep inside Dream catcher full of nightmares That switchblade with your dreams beside Wake up and Im right there That hand comin out them shadows One pinkie ring and its shinin That car in front of your house at 4am Thats me inside it I be Ridin

Oh so glassy came up from ashy Smelt your perfume when you walked past me Heard my voice, said you like it raspy In the bedroom when we get nasty Back and forth with the blunt we passin On the sheets thats where we be ashin In the bed or the floor we dancin Studio, or the streets, or manor Up n away we go I fly away with you Lets my emotions show Stay with you right or wrong Ill never leave your side Youll never leave me lone Without you my lifes gone With you im safe and strong Oh so glassy came up from ashy Smelt your perfume when you walked past me Heard my voice, said you like it raspy In the bedroom when we get nasty Back and forth with the blunt we passin On the sheets thats where we be ashin In the bed or the floor we dancin Studio, or the streets, or manor Up n away we go I fly away with you Lets my emotions show Stay with you right or wrong Ill never leave your side Youll never leave me lone Without you my lifes gone With you im safe and strong I want you I need you I want you to stay right there for me I want you I need you I want you to stay right here with me It was the first time I saw you, girl I knew you were the one It was the first time I saw you, girl I knew you were the one

Bitches lay it down Bitches lay it down Bitches lay, Bitches lay, Bitches, Bitches lay it down Lay it down on the ground if ya talkin bout me Its that Cadillac swervin backwood burnin skinny white playing P Imma kill em, Imma grill em Put em in the grave and get the shovel Burn me alive Sleep in the rubble Hang with gorillas I live in the jungle 10 toes down like Barney Rubble Step too close imma burst yo bubble Running that mouth and you gon get trouble So many bitches but Bones dont love em They say cuff em, They say buck em Throw em in the trunk and fucking lock em Mask on my face like a fucking doctor Long ass hair like a fucking rocker Never gon stop me Never gon top me Be out the window Roddy Shotty So homebody, aint nobody fucking with me when it come to rhyming Come to styling, Come to flowin bitch Im locked and fucking loaded Bitch you know this Im the man Step on the scene with the blade on my hand Young Charles Manson, they think Im god Body my feet when Im coming around Turn yo water to Hennessy Turn yo man to my enemy All these diamonds, All this ice Bitch I look like Vanilla Ice but twice as nice And triple the steez Young Conway with the dripped out beat Im flexing a Motorola pager Dripped Out Jesus Im that savior Pulling out bangers I put you in danger Right into obituary in the paper Saw me earlier in the day thought I was just another stranger Little did you know that later Id be the one to fucking yank ya Now Im swangin lane to lane in a candy coded Chevy Blazer Im bout pulling a mask up over my skull and balling through in a caper Like JGRXXN Im about that paper Shooting sharper than a razor Living life like Its the 90s and Its 1998 trick Masquerades Im 26 this Aryan skin up on my framework Keeping that honey by my side yeah thats my little iager Im on The creek Im creeping up to yo street Got a blunt off in my hand wood but its comin for two less heat Got the beat with the liq-weed Mang, whats the deeds If I beast fool then Im under earth I leave this place deceased In the hallways and the cuts In the crevice and the crease If you make a wrong move then watch my murder rate increase

We’re only here for so long So short so hold on Blink my eyes now I’m gone Time it never stops The look in your face says what’s wrong You don’t gotta say a word, darling I’m getting good at reading body, language if its yours Plants sprouting in the garden Stand with you till hell has fallen Go to sleep I’ll keep you guarded You are safe tonight Truth of the matter is I’ll never leave You just wait and see I’ll never leave You just wait and see I’ll never leave You just wait and see

Fill up my cup Roll up my blunt She bout to OD I feed her more drugs She bout to black out I tell her pop this She say she too high I say she aint shit She say she need help I say she need this Roll up a blunt and then light up a flick Lit the end and pass the back shit She take a hit I take a breath That bitch strung out That bitch almost dead That bitch strung out That bitch almost dead She say she need some help I say I need some head That bitch strung out That bitch almost dead She say she need some help I say I need some head

Smokin these blunts by the water i swear that i float Just like the waves when they build and they break and they crash on the side of a boat Something like the sounds of the wind Sitting down when the rocks sink in, moon up when the sun bent in But its okay were still breathing tonight human life Its okay, Its okay, its not okay, its not okay, its not okay, its not okay I follow close behind, Fall in arms, let it all go, dont say a word and i wont let you go Let me know let me now let me know right now, let me know right now Let me know let me now let me know right now, do you need me here SESH

Blacked out, cashed out I aint at the trap house Bitch I’m at the bath house Dont know how to act now Always known to act out Always want to lash out Kickin raps, rollin’ fast, flickin off the ash now Everybody wanna clap now Drop it off your ass now Show up to your dads house Say click-clack take that ass out I dont want a problem, all I want is what I need Backwoods, water and a couple bricks of weed I dont got a job but I get that money when I need Couple things a week and Im straight up on my feet Blacked out, cashed out I aint at the trap house Bitch Im at the bath house Don’t know how to act now

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Sunset, hazy eyes Blunt light ice tonight Everythings in sight Everything feels so Slow down, SESH Slow down, SESH Yeah Sunset hazy eyes Blunt light ice tonight

Yeah, yeah Yeah BONES, SESH Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve Free my uncle Big Worm, he a south side legend Saginaw where I saw my first brick at 7 Rest in peace Mikey Millions, pray all my dawgs go to Heaven I just picked up some green dots, I just left 7-Eleven I got homies down bad, I just left that yard You aint gotta rap my name, you cant pull my card All these rappers hella lame, youre not hood or hard Youre not a trapper, not a scammer, not a pimp at all You just get on the net, talk out the side of your neck Same city you from they dont show you respect Im in the game with a TEC, I got a whistle from the ref In the trap cookin up, compliments to the chef That pussy smell like flowers, now it smell like death Gave her fresh out dick, had to put her to rest Had to send her to prairie, acknowledge that Im blessed Dont try me and be a victim like the rest Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve Saw you over there, now I know that I cannot trust you Baby, I got too fucked up, I cannot fuck you Even if I wasnt, I know that I shouldnt Say your man wanna kill me, we both know that he couldnt I got money in my pocket, I dont gotta check the tag When I fly its on a PJ, dont gotta check the bag Everything that you want is some shit that I have Blue strips in my duffel, now my bag lookin sad Bones never pop out, yeah you know that Girl that you so in love with, she a throw back Compact blowback Take an opp, blow that You just learned it, but I already know that Skeleton king, graveyard god If it aint money, its the fame yall want Fake motherfuckers, thought I rained yall off Now Im back just to erase yall off Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve

Im feeling this shit Im killin this shit Im 17 and I cant believe Im killin this shit I put it down, for the Team thats SESH , black heart in my chest Its curtains, Im goin hard Im makin racket Dont give a fuck if youre not likin how Im actin Youre not diggin how Im rappin Ill be joking, youre not laughin Im Th@ Kid, quit school and really did this rap shit Christmas, light on Mic with the light on Red light, record, Kid goes, beast mode All my friends back home, just cant believe they rise Is he still doing this rap shit? Not a surpise Cause they know, that its in me And they know, this has been me Since the first day in the basement Kickin rap shit till the sun drops Nigh falls, night calls tanqueray and sprite up Night in the garage Red smoke eye The echo of everything I used to know

Suicide, Sui-suicide, Sui-suicide, Suicide, Two-Tone Bleedin with the roof gone Bloody like a new like a new Cutting like a coupon Suicide Tendons just to make the wheel turn Strike a match with my teeth just to let the weed burn Ash, ash on my shirt, shoelace on my waist Fiji water in my lap hydrated all day SESH, SESHOLLOWATERBOYZ, live from the grave Got my hair pinned back like the fucking Green Ranger Young Chris Angel, trying to see my angle Disappear in smoke then Im cash for some days Rubber shoe sole, feel the pressure on the pavement Pussy trying to be me, just be thankful Riding in a camouflaged Bronco Looking like the white Benny Blanco Blades on me, got your bitch growing legs And running away like ponyo flow like my jaw broke Tom Hanks, no casting away No shirt, my jaw broke, just blunts by the bay Flow my jaw broke Bales of the hays, snowflakes on the grave Thats life back home where regrets got made Life got faced when those guy broke Shit got took and shit got sold 09 trucks in the yard Brown carhartts when the cold gets harsh Up town, D19, bitch Im coming out the dirt with a blade on me Riding in a camouflaged Bronco Looking like the white Benny Blanco Blades on me, got your bitch growing legs And running away like ponyo flow like my jaw broke Flow like Like my jaw broke Flow like my jaw broke Flow like

Gold chain renegade Kill the blunt then kill the stage King of the underground, slangin all these mixtapes Your whole sound bitch made, my shit rules Im addicted to flowin I wake up and I act a fool Young two thousand and four, in my white T yuh Pants saggin out my ass goin high fee, yuh Askin me if im high, well bitch i might be yuh In my no brand shoes settin fire to some Nikes Rock like diamonds, bars like Verizon Rappin to prove all of you how not to be like em Fuck every rapper in existence i dont like em And if you dont like me, fuck ya i dont like ya I could be your best friend or i could be the bully, the reason why your ass aint showin up to school The night rap posse, backpack full of tools, duck tape grip hammer if your home need improvin Got every sewer groovin from LA way down to Yuma Kickin raps and makin moves gotta get me paid and get shit movin Shower to a jacuzzi Turn my TV to the movies Turn my lent into some cash and get all of these cameras shooting Pow, pow all these cameras shooting Duck D-duck down, and just watch how they shoot me Pow, pow all these cameras shooting Now we bout to make a movie SESH Gold chain, gold chain renegade

Yeah When we were young wed always talk about gettin outta town Now Im a little older and just look at me now I got El While they just remain slaves to gravity Im tryna be the first star, from another galaxy Astronomy, looking out the sun roof, pondering The blunt gets passed to me flaming like Calgary I gotta take the hit before it goes out My lungs filled with smoke I blow a couple os out Over to my girl now, shot-gunning the dope Call it Xs and Os the way we tic-tac smoke Its a cats game for you pussies when I aint tryin Cause its meaner to get them thinking that they coulda won it But that aint nothin, cause I am the bully of this hallway The duke of the depths The king of the rats So Im always, reppin If the cats start steppin Throw a night rats salute To show them in the veteran I dont give a fuck, its apparent by my raps Find me with the team, thats the SESH rap-pack Back seats smoking Seat flat back Old fashion life, smoke white, lungs black AttaBoy

Tell the weed man pull up, the weeds all rolled up Im high up, looking down, thinking of you Tell the weed man pull up, the weeds all rolled up Im smokin all alone, I dont need no crew Tell the weed man pull up, the weeds all rolled up Im high up, looking down, thinking of you Tell the weed man pull up, the weeds all rolled up Im smokin all alone, I dont need no crew Days get short but the nights get longer Pushing up the coast, Bones flow like the water Earth on my toes, no shoes on my feet Walking trough the dark with the world on freeze Breeze in the trees now I dont wanna leave The sky changes color now I dont wanna breath Clouds roll in and the rain come down Rollin up a bone while the water hit the ground Leaves falling, old friends calling Life keeps changing and the worlds revolving Leaves falling, old friends calling Life keeps changing and the worlds revolving I dont wanna know what youre doing I dont need to know where youre going All I need is you for you to hold me Close and Sitting back, real flow, hand on the steering wheel Like I dont give a damn where I go Trunk full of bass and a blunt full of dro Imma blow it in your face if you reach for the door Why your team driving slow? - dont speak, I dont wanna know Keep the small talk to a minimal, you aint talking guwop How I notice tho, rain dont stop till I say so Thoughts of a criminal, gotta get my pay, so Two when I cruise through, this aint nothing new fool Im tellin how it is and Im tellin how I do too All about my bitch and you know Im bout my booze too Pop another diz and pop that pussy like you used to I dont wanna know what youre doing I dont need to know where youre going All I need is you for you to hold me Close and Just never let me go, keep me by your side I want you to be mine Leaves falling, old friends calling Life keeps changing and the worlds revolving Leaves falling, old friends calling Life keeps changing and the worlds revolving

I thought you said You dont need to see my face Anymore So I close the door These drugs in my veins Highway to my brain Just take me away Drugged-out paint job Inside, cocaine Outside, Cobain Got me sittin sideways Got me sittin sideways Blah, blah Blah, blah Isolated, smokin blunts like always Came from ether rags in the hallways Came from a woodshop in the woods Get cut if you steppin out the line Keep it thug Uh, I know I got a fuckin resume With the fuckin side of my brain To keep my memories No Glock in my jeans Bitch, Im rollin with the blade Im with the team so Bitch, I got no problem Ridin up on me Bitch, you need to just holler I dont need no dollars Keep your contract Cause I dont need dollars I see your face Every place I go

Take his ass straight to a hospital Im screamin dolla dolla bill yo Pistol in the air route my mamas back window Drugs never say no, fucks never gave those Cops on my payroll, Im all about the bank row Never does a day go by where I aint flow Mind like an eight ball, spit like 8 flows You pop like faygo, Im raw like quay loose Stole the beat of me and watch me hit it like Babe Ruth, hit it like Jay Dupe, blunts poppin garbage bag Young cardiac, catch a fuckin heart attack Now my heart attack, I am never leavin rap Leave my blunt at home, baby Ill be right back Yea its like that, get high as nuts rollin another then we light that You think its a game, you think its a game Im feelin like Jordan in the 93 playoffs Hit the fuckin jump shot then I fuckin lay up Do it for the team throwin up the middle finger Fuck you if you love us, love if you hate us Too much makeup, pockets too caked up Walk with the gangster lean I tell em drink up Fresh up out the water just a young fuckin sea punk Blunts by the seashore couldnt give a sea fuck

Alley way lurking Skinny white fuck with the lights so perfect Wake up then Im working Living fucking legend so these females smirking Back of the limo Tears on the pillow Shed rather be with bones blowing Os playing Nintendo She blowing on the cartridge Me Im rolling bones up Ashtray grave yard, howl till the moons up Japanese animation on my laptop castle on the screen give a fuck what You gotta say, motherfuck your diamond chains Fools gold on my neck till that bitch turn green See the breeze, trees, feeling leaves on your feet Day time turns night, strong winds get weak Storm dies down, so high right now Marvin Gaye playing loud in the cold background

Were gathered here today Not to mourn, but to celebrate Ashes to ashes Blunts to blunts SESH All black Glock 10 locked in the cockpit Windows up white punk guttin blunts Its t-h-@ sign BT if flatline Dip that cell gate and the flow will give em flat ties Never got rat ties Shit is just a satire Never been to church what the fuck is a rabbi Been the kid since 13, I always hate to say Im that guy Get that high speak mad rhymes you gotta heavy flow thats a fat lie I can picture you when you write Play a beat, say some things And write em down like that rhymes You a fuckin joke like hehe Lol, brb, gotta kill the blunt, RIP Ash to ash Blunt to blunt People live to sesh I sesh to love huh

I was a young boy in seventh grade I got an invitation to a skate park with my friend I love skating I love the fat skateboard shoes then, still do now So I said yes Went to the damn skate park Dropped in on the ramp Everything was cool Started off real nice Real smooth Went to the bowl Oh no! Went to drop in Looked at my friend I said I got this, Im going in Set it up Deep breath Here we go 1-2-3 and... Ooh! Crash! Face to the rail! Fuck! My chipped tooth Was born Straight through the lip, had to get stitches too Momma was so mad still made me go to school I said Fuck! They gon get me! She said Well, you should have been careful And thats how I got my chipped tooth, man I got a cap on it now, you feel me? Know what I mean? Dental work, good dental work Shouts out to my dentist There it is A lot of you guys wanted to know about that Im glad I finally got that one off my chest There ya go, end scene He was a boy He lied to his schoolmates He was new in town, it was second grade Unfortunately, he told the schoolmates he had a baby alligator They figured out I was lying They made fun of me a little bit But I wouldnt really know, I, uh, I didnt go to lunch I hid in the bathroom for like a month straight every lunch period Cause I was afraid of, uh, admitting that I lied And thats why Im such a piece of shit human There ya have it guys Two real stories His is true, mine is true Wait, you said an alligator? You said you had a lizard? (I said I had a real alligator I told everybody I had an alligator named Bubbles I lied, Im sorry)

Young Cleopatra Bitch Im so flashy Gold all over like a prince call me Aladdin See rappin aint a habit, Im in it till the casket My shit go hard and your shit go flaccid Tragic, face it, your whole sound basic My shit go bang you can hear it from the basement Flows so faceman Change and reshape shit This aint a fuckin rap its a fuckin creation This shit for the base heads Get high off that basin Your dude may talk shit, but I know hell never say shit Blunt rolled, team here, we on that fuck dave shit Nightrats, wrap pack, ya they be on that same shit

Swishin the game Grippin the grain Takin the picture and flippin the frame Blunts to the the face thats every day Love it so much i might marry the Jane Now fuck that, thats corny shit, but it rhyme right so i said it bitch Im chillin bitch on my lavish shit, you aint no where close to my level bitch Big minerals on my bitch Fresh fruit, flood my plate Stay out my rays like a freckle bitch Cuz you are my son and i am your maker Ridin scrapers, out in Vegas on the old strip goin 88 Too many drugs i think im bouta faint, but we got too many rolled i aint waitin I aint bout praying I aint bout makin up gods in my head to help me get through the day I aint bout the rain I aint bout the pain I kick hella raps and smoke hella weed Thats just me, thats just SESH 18 and i get better like every day of my fuckin life I got a million in my hand and its bouta take flight like

Trippin, listen, the mind is like a gift its Golden like Egyptian my scriptures are my addictions are simple but alone harder than nickle. I drown my lungs in blunt smoke And make noises into a microphone and yall love it Or hate it, whatever I still made it; still got high and hit record Waking up and getting faded when I say the word SESH you Better know its how Im living waking up to just to get the feeling of those instrumentations; that shits amazing 18 fucking years old, I cant believe Im this cold, Im this crack Im this dope, Im this coke, I flip the toast I burn one for the night rats roll one for the bite back roll another for the next sesh and roll another blunt for after that Just a aftermath in my habitat. Blunt smoke in cash wraps; cash that then I pack that you ask last cause you ash last cause no we dont have a problem with passing we only ask that you ash it in the tray and not on the mattress, keep it classy So classic

Выхожу в окно Я не знаю жизнь Курю много, чтоб расстаться и забыть Бесполезный фрик Жалостливый вид Заплачу тому, кто меня сможет пристрелить А склизкий блант тащит меня в небеса Больше не с тобой, можешь открывать глаза Нотками минор я упаду вниз От любви чернеет мой пустой и белый лист Вернись в мрак, сука, перестань играть Это не любовь, если суке нужен блант Больше не с тобой, я не хочу жить Просто отъебись и дай мне упасть вниз

Ohhhh time and time and time again Youve really been my only friend Little did you know little did you know You wanna die like gravity Walking fucking travesty Out the fucking back with me I hope I never have to let her go I hope I never have to let you go

My minds a weapon My mouth is too My flow is semi-automatic on wax so rude I, I get in the zone Then I make it happen Just a kid with a passion for rapping I get in the zone, then I make it happen Young kid with a knack for rapping I put it down For the team thats sesh Green in between my keys, black heart in my chest Im a young man with no remarks for women Tell them if they got a plan pack your bags run with it I gotta let you know something about me I scream fuck the world loud with my jeans to my feet I sag my pants and flip my cap backwards Feeling like kid rock rocking like Fred Durst I am the trouble maker youve been waiting for My plan is bringing down all these non-originals So, go dim the lights down draw the curtains down Let them know we working now Ima gut another blunt and blast another beat And proceed to be the rapper I wanna be Used to rap sweet sixteens when I was sixteen Now I rap swisher sweets on beats for free See, I aint made a penny yet, let alone a living So Im living at my brothers and my parents on the weekends Bless their souls, see they know whats coming A couple mixtapes away from crowds chanting and jumping I can see it now Th@ Kid surfing crowds Cowabunga at the top my lungs, look at me now Its the young teenage mutant ninja turtle In the sewer with your women, got them moaning like Myrtle Wait, wait Let it soak for a second, Im seventeen rapping like an old hiphop legend Uh, autobot, transform to the illest All this buzz got me lifted killing all the statistics Dropped out moved away started rapping Now its to move to the top, faster than all these graduates Im hazardous contaminated catheters With battery acid for every priest and every cathedral I fucking hate religion bad enough to make a laugh of it I spot a lower case T on your chain, you must be out of it Flow like alchemist, elemental power shit Shape shifted to a throne just to watch them bow to me I am the overseer, that mean you cant take a corner without me knowing Yo, so Go dim the lights down, draw the curtains Let them know we working now Ima gut another blunt then blast another beat And proceed to be the rapper I wanna be Yeah