| If the good die young, I’ve been dead for a minute |
| In the cemetery buried |
| Come and pay your boy a visit |
| All these women think I’m livin' |
| Till they can’t feel a pulse |
| Ski-Skittish at thought, they fell in love with a corpse |
| I’m a ghost |
| White noise when I flow |
| Lights flicker, wind blowin', all the windows close |
| See the street lights go, with power in your home |
| Feel the chills up your spine, just know that it’s Bones |
| Windows95, floppy disc when I rhyme |
| VHS stay glitchin', flickin' ash, sippin' wine |
| Digital skies, smokin' digital blunts |
| Got a pixelated blade break you down, roll you up |
| Prometh swimmin' pools, codeine bath tubs |
| Cristal shower running, lay Hennessy in my blood |
| Young fuckin' pimp, pimpin' bitches on the strip |
| Tryna hit without a grip, you gon' be talkin' to the clip |
| No, I never pull triggers and I never take a life |
| But I will take your girlfriend out for the night |
| Have her back in the morning, now she really don’t want you |
| Pack her bags, hit the road now she goin'-goin' gone |