So many kidnappings and rapes i collect their bones,
That they probably be in the closet of old folks
A criminal grind mean hustle
My bones are all flexible
If you wanted a date, don't come
Streaks are made to broken
I take tokes while you little niggas take notes
Came out the game, full stomach and some bones
Im clean and slick, i crack bones, and stab bones, and ass bones
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
Looking out to prove something, and ready for popping bones,
Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,
Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes
When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
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