Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger...

Play dirty, they never told you that life’s fair

Made bands off my dreams, started with a nickel and a nightmare

The Reaper tryina slice you with his sickle out your Nike Airs

Your eyes to the sky looking for god, but he right here…

In the flesh; do what you do with that

Know the Laws of Power, don’t get too attached

In tune with the tool that I use to clap…

At you **** first, fuck shootin’ back

It’s fucked up when somebody you love usin’ crack

It’s kinda like suicide – you can’t get used to that

Still at the table with the apple bags of basils

Miami ice, throwaway phone, filthy paper

Did dirt from upstate to the Ave in Jamaica

Life’s a bitch with a fat ass and Fenty makeup…

That she wear to hide the scars from her life of danger

Nothing stays the same, even your day ones will change up

The dagger in your back don’t always come from a stranger

Designer garments in the closets, swingin’ on the hanger

Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger

Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip

You always gon' be broke 'cuz you made 5 and spent 6

Ain’t doin’ somethin’ for nothin’, **** , my time expensive

Rhyme relentless, like Robert Beck when I pen shit

Your girl give me gobble-neck, but never get a mention

My streak like 110 wins… and countin’

When I’m done, my face etched in stone on a mountain

You fools ain’t amountin’ to nothin’, so they hate…

I ain’t livin’ the life they lead, so honestly I can’t relate

This the machete to the head of the snake burn him at the stake Teach him never double cross the hand that fed him a plate

Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger

Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip

Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger

Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip

Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger

Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip