Bones (feat. The Underachievers, Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight)

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Ground for my bones
 And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause
 Hold the ground for my bones
 And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause
 Hold the ground for my bones
 And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause
 I smoke some pounds
 And my niggas all around with the choppers
 We got the choppers
 Hold the ground for my bones
 And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause
 I smoke a pound, my niggas got the choppers
 My nigga got the choppers, my niggas going loud
 Who in, nigga? Had two zips with me
 Get rich, die trying, bump '03 50
 My young Coast niggas know Carti die litty
 Tryna get to the fetti so I died like Diddy
 Love cornrows on a chick like Nelly
 No 6ix9ine, never snitch on the celly
 Juice been shine, throw shade on a dummy
 Like Bruce Almighty, keep the power strap with me
 If that bitch do love me then she would die for me
 OG Dash in the cut with the stroke, get scummy
 And that's racks and the blunts tryna get high with me
 If we talkin' this church, shouldn't get right with me
 Big digits, Nyck vicious, y'all bitches fictitious
 Y'all fake it, I live it, I did it, I did it, I...
 Good riddance, y'all finished
 Curt Schilling, blood spilling, still pitching, no gimmicks, no
 Authentic as it get
 Talk about me, better pay me my respect
 Gotta boost it, gotta boost it
 I produce it, now I lose it
 God know we not stupid, we invest in our students
 We would never not do it, we eliminate
 Give me eight minutes affluent, ask me about livin' now
 Cities I blew in, hachoo, we sneeze shit
 Architect three-fifths, see me lit off the Henny
 Hit my jig when it's silly, whole 'fit cost me twenty
 Put a kiss on the Bentley, I done spilled to you, baby
 Hold the ground for my bones
 And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause
 I smoke some pounds
 And my niggas all around with the choppers
 We got the choppers
 Hold the ground for my bones
 And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause
 I smoke a pound, my niggas got the choppers
 My nigga got the choppers, my niggas going loud
 Gold soul theory, I don't need no advance
 Had to hug the block like I need me a tan
 Twenty X molly, I just re'd up again
 Leave three in his head, we can't leave him a chance
 Kirky, why you did that to him?
 They gon' say it was self-defense
 Put two more in his chest
 'Cause Zombie said he better off dead
 Vigilante in the Caddy, beam on the automatic
 Know I fuck her like I love her but I ain't her baby daddy
 I'm numb, no feelings, might kill these niggas
 Cap peel these niggas, blood spill these niggas
 Red think I'm ungrateful, damn near hateful
 Crazy, thought I was the one they can relate to
 Call it nervous breakdown, I call it nervous breakthrough
 Please don't let the loyalty escape you
 Relentless, the quicksand is right where my neck is
 They double-bolted the doors of perception
 Higher in voltage, my aura is bigger
 My frequency different, your boy is clairvoyant
 I often see issues 'fore they even form
 Ready and arm up my pistol
 Knowledge plus understanding equal wisdom
 Your third eye blind, no foresight to get me (Lord)
 Coming down like a 'copter
 Mike Amiri on, looking like a Shotta
 Louis carry-on, fill it up with ganja
 Keep a very long shotty for imposters
 Pellegrino on the wrist cost a comma
 Nefertiti on the dick, she a scholar
 Been fly, you can check the flight mileage
 Broke boy can't even pay homage
 Pull up with the gang, tell me how they gon' stop us
 Too far ahead, niggas gon' need binoculars
 In the night time, crack her back like a lobster
 With the right grind, make it stack like a tower
 Nothin' really changed, I just smoke more sour
 Money ain't a thing, we just taking what's ours
 Team full of kings, what you know about power?
 Still blowing dank with the fuckin' dead loud ones
 Beast Coast got the shit that break the internet
 Shout out Khaled
 But I'm feeling like we the best (We the best)
 Automatic if you lavish, we don't need a TEC
 Caught up in the Caddy with a baddy
 You gon' need a vest
 Need a rest, bitch, you see the exit
 We don't set trip, you get the message
 Kicking game like my name is Messi
 Sun through the rain, life, it ain't easy
 Hold the ground for my bones
 And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause
 Hold the ground for my bones
 And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause
 Hold the ground for my bones
 And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause
 Hold the ground for my bones
 And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause
 

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Duration
03:28
Key
7
Tempo
120 BPM

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