Lyrics Grave - BONES

Grave

No trap phone, no Glock 9
I don’t move bricks, I don’t stop time
I don’t push keys, I don’t got time
I hope you got your knife, because I got mine
I don’t fuck bitches, I don’t pimp dimes
I don’t chop rock, I’m never due time
I’m way too smart to even cross the line
I never finish school, but just look at me now
Never paid attention, never did detention
Free clothes, free drugs, now is what I’m getting
Never paid attention, never did detention
Free clothes, free drugs, now is what I’m getting
What, what, what, SESH
Bones
What, what, what, what, what