Bones

Lyrics
Rob, they ain't fuckin' with me, cuz Aight [Verse One] They ask "What's good?" like "What's really the haps?" The games changed a lot, they ask "Will he adapt?" Been worth a mil ticket, you see, 'cause I really rap Y'all ain't ever touch bread like homies got celiacs Watch for you silly acts, play like you Billy Bad Be all in your feelings when off a pill and a half Just gonna work hard 'til the glass ceiling is cracked I don't get enough credit, I'm only dealing with cash Who's real? Who's fake? That ain't none of my biz Get scrill, get cake, take that for what it is I just want to be great, that stay under my lid Got to know what's at stake, food on the plate for my kids I ain't ever been fraud, I ain't ever been broad I ain't trippin' off love, stopped waiting for applause I know how to bounce back, after taking a loss I know how to bounce back, after taking a loss What's up! [Verse Two] Check me out I'm a rebel that broke free, from several smoke screens Allegedly wrote dreams, incredibly motifs No medals or trophies, he settled for more cheese All that glitters ain't gold, on the bezel of those rings Don't grit, you don't eat You get to know grief If the shoe fit boy then hit the cold streets Commit get no sleep Don't sip the codeine 'cause when you ain't king, who sits in your seat? Admit, you seeds And then, it grows weeds, of sin Your proceeds, repent, your soul bleeds But pimp, I don't preach Just stiff, on both feet The dish is more beef Please skip the protein The rappers is comical, that's my honest critique These clowns is barely topical, y'all call McDonald's cuisine Chronicle what I achieve, share phenomenal speech All for a nominal fee Then slam the domino Peace! The best! [Outro] Aye man Just sayin' man Everybody got a gimmick A little plan put together But you can't rap with me bro Bar for bar, lyric for lyric
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Credits
- Writers
- Rob Viktum
- Stik Figa