Bones and Feathers
• Written by LeslieReed
Niggas think they killing shit cause they was born with dick's
The only thing these niggas killing is my mood when they spit
I see y'all close friends, and close minded with the vision
They finishing each other sentences and dick's, that's their mission
Now lemme-
I been down to marrow, narrow minded hoes couldn't-
Fathom how I'm split I'm Adam's rib, Le good bit
I was pulled from dirt now I'm worth more than the earth assessment
Nigga I was resurrected, I disrespected death, a lil confession session
Hollow mine bones but whole alone, I'm holy shit
The Pope's nightmare
Papal bulls can't touch me
I'm the matador with no fear
Did s Leslie fell from grace?
Nah I fell from space, meteor shower
These hoes is happy hour, I'm the aftermath
Devour
These power bottoms at the top, imma flip the script, missionary
Positioned like I'm prey but really predator
That's scary
Niggas thought I'd stay grounded when my wings was clipped by betrayal
But these hollow bones means I'm light enough to float on my failures, it's derail
Any whore who bet against my resurrection
I'm skeletal
Structure rebuilt from marrow out
Architectural burial-
Of who I was Phoenix shit but I kept the ashes for evidence
That I survived all my burns, earned my flight that's my severance
Mi bat signal lit
Baseball bat swinging
Bats in the cave hanging
Gothic excellence
These fowl bitches talk foul
can't fly high both dirty birds in the trench
My shit is so deep got me looking like Mariana trench