[Verse: Bones]
We were thirteen, scrapping cans for a dollar dollar
We was in the freezer, coke and belly, buy a bottle bottle
**** a speaker knockerz, this a basement dweller scholar
Came True
Make em holla, Central Ave, bitch whats poppin'
Wanna be a baller, shot caller?
20 Inch blades on the impala
Let go like a [?]
Every point I got is silent [?] to every hour
Weapons in it like a model, got ’em fold up
Bitch, stop asking about the tour, you know we tore it up
Sold out dates, Ion pull up in a wraith
Whip a candy-paintеd hearse, turn the concеpt to a way
White trash, Jansport white bag
Amplified racks and mummified ram
My hands gon' fight back
My weapon is too close
When I was down bad, bitch, I would've did you gross
Pull up both, in the snow
.556 make ’em hang their jersey up
In a rut, then I erupt
Bitch, my chain made of lava
I'm smoking volcanic blunts
[Outro]
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