| Still will kill bitch cuz I don’t speak for real
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| Keep it quiet you would never see it coming till you feel
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| Buck knife to your spine run it quickly to the sky
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| Open you just like a letter let me read just whats inside
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| Like its mail time mail time hit the alpine
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| Now we bumpin' smokin' blunts get to it like its bout time
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| In and out of route time pit stop to count mine
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| I need every decimal essential for this ounce I’m bankin' on
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| Cashin' off you show out I laugh it off you go out I stay at home
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| Still your funds is lookin' low I ain’t one to give a fuck about a couple
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| dollars
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| But I know you are so tell me how the fuck you plan to pile up
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| If you wilder than the wildest that would be me lets be honest
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| So just take your 2nd rank and take your silver to get polished
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| Shadow box it make it gorgeous put it on the wall to worship
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| Only thing I frame is progress for me that’s a perfect portrait
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| Everybody dressing up and doing all their best impressions
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| Oh so many Bones imitations I’ma start a convention
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| All your shows look like dashcon stage like a ball pit
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| Under developed brain somehow stuck inside some tall kids
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| Fuck about your talking and your posting keep it going
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| Its final cut the way they over saturate their own shit
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| If they wanna know you you just one click away
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| If they wanna get to Bones that’s just something they’ll have to dream
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| Got some woods in the duffel
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| Got some blades just to touch em
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| They got money that’s lovely
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| Cuz I got shit I been wantin'
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| Got some woods in the duffel
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| Got some blades just to touch em
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| They got money that’s lovely
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| Cuz I got shit I been wantin'
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| Got some woods in the duffel
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| Got some blades just to touch em
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| You got money? |
| that’s lovely
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| Cuz I got shit I been wantin' |