B.B.N.E.

Lyrics

[Intro: Teller Bank$] Fuck, alright, I'm ready [Verse 1: Teller Bank$] Uh, made my son the product of a broken home So I gotta make sure I'm never broke Even if a nigga gotta bust the chrome till the chrome smoke Smoke grows Rose like roses outta asphalt Took advantage of the crack they gave us Manual labor, don't suit me if ain't tailored The shaman curse like a sailor Ride around like the fucking mayor Waving the sprayer And sprayin like (dududududududududududu, damn, uh) In the wild just like Chris McCandless Sleep with the hammer like charging my amethyst Extort ya managеrs, keep a black candle lit Step in the officе and offed em, uh I'm lost, I might lose it, I lost it, uh I'm awfully awesome, uh, I'm awesomely awful, uh No more amor en mi casa, uh Sorta sorcerer soarin' Foreigners' syrup I poured in a bottle accordin' To all my problems from tallest to smallest in that order Transporter 'cross the borders For really real, I ain't just recordin' Lotta these niggas be transformers Lotta these niggas got bad karma Lotta these niggas got bad fathers Why a nigga like me gotta rob em Why I gotta teach em why I gotta reach em A prophet told me I would be a preacher Preacher told me not to fear no demons But in my mirrors that's all I'm seein' like [Chorus: Teller Bank$] Pinky rings don't know ya name Bulletholes don't know ya name That chain don't know ya name Those pained don't know ya name My mama don't know ya name My gang don't know ya name And a soldier's aim keep em focusing on- Wait, who the fuck you? Ay Do this shit, gon' do it right Throw ya hands up, block the light From the grooviest nigga moving this Might catch a glimpse what the realest like Hang lil homie Sang lil homie If they came lil homie (What would you die for?) [Verse 2: Mckinley Dixon] Uh, fuck all them niggas that said they once knew me Yah, yah, yah Y'all is my fam, but I use that term loosely Yah, yah, yah 'Cause of y'all niggas I turned to the new me Block gon' end up like a mom and pop shop in a movie Where the villain black Peel em back Sealing dat Keep ya heart intact We gon' do this shit til the feeling back I suppose, he rose Think Jesus and niggas a gang to those that opposed? Creepin' and lurkin' inside of they homes Praying he'd kneel to the ground to his toes Really my nigga, you sleep What do you seek? Storing my sunlight for darkness that gon' come and last the whole week Even though future is bleak, I really, really really Really, really, really, really, really, really, really can't let niggas see that I'm weak Keepin' it at my peak 'Cause I'm not stopping till the president got accents all up in her name Pardon all her niggas' pain Every cop that out here slaying Gon' get slain wit the quickness Crucifixion on front of my caddy Hurt so badly, call for Jesus Now I'm gon' curse his daddy Like goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Hit me Why mama tell me not hang wit homies? I got angels wit me Goddamn Niggas stealing my youth But she and I argued 'bout being a man, what's my excuse? Goddamn Might cop the necklace 'cause them plays been racking up Goddamn Might cop that necklace Just 'cause it's the black in us Goddamn We tearing yo crown down So we can have something for brown babies when we not around 'Cause [Chorus: McKinley Dixon] Pinky rings don't... Bulletholes don't... That chain don't... Those pained don't... My mama don't... My gang don't... Ay (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Pinky rings don't... Bulletholes don't... That chain don't... Those pained don't... My mama don't... My gang don't... For the homies [Outro] Yeah For the homies For the homies For the homies Yeah For the homies