TimeUnderTension - BONES

I’m doing mental jumping jacks until failure unlike the mayor in my town

Without BONES you woulda never heard of Howell

But motherfuck the past, I’m focused on right now

Cause shut my eyes and tell you when you die, who, what, where and how

It’s the reaper’s son-in-law, intentional with the fouls

Went from Th@ Kid to BONES and it burned the game down

I was busy getting my sound right, hope you do a sound bite

Respect, I’m making millions, but we know just who you sound like

I was bumping off that Richter Scale

It scared my mental and was broke

I was picked by the reaper, bitch

This life it wasn’t chose

Bitch it chose me, chose up

Bentley or the Rolls truck, motherfuck a Rover

I pull up in the, pull up in the

Yeah, yeah, yeah, black hearse, make em hurt

BONES throwing up the 517 desert dirt

Nextel on me, chirp

«What's popping, who got a problem?»

I was broke we made it work

Crowbar for the guala

I put my blunt down like «baby, I’ll be right back»

I put my foot down like «yes, bitch, it’s like that»

I put my blunt down like «baby, I’ll be right back»

I put my foot down like «yes, bitch, it’s like that»