MailTime

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