Skeleton Bones (feat. Rome Streetz)

Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger

Play dirty, they never told you that life’s fair
Made bands off my dreams, started with a nickel and a nightmare
The Reaper tryina slice you with his sickle out your Nike Airs
Your eyes to the sky looking for God, but he right here
In the flesh, do what you do with that
Know the Laws of Power, don’t get too attached
In tune with the tool that I use to clap
At you niggas first, fuck shootin’ back
It’s fucked up when somebody you love usin’ crack
It’s kinda like suicide – you can’t get used to that
Still at the table with the apple bags of basils
Miami ice, throwaway phone, filthy paper
Did dirt from upstate to the Ave in Jamaica
Life’s a bitch with a fat ass and Fenty makeup
That she wear to hide the scars from her life of danger
Nothing stays the same, even your day ones will change up
The dagger in your back don’t always come from a stranger
Designer garments in the closets, swingin’ on the hanger
Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger
Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip
You always gon' be broke 'cause you made 5 and spent 6
Ain’t doin’ somethin’ for nothin’, nigga, my time expensive
Rhyme relentless, like Robert Beck when I pen shit
Your girl give me gobble-neck, but never get a mention
My streak like 110 wins and countin’
When I'm done, my face etched in stone on a mountain
You fools ain’t amountin’ to nothin’, so they hate
I ain’t livin’ the life they lead, so honestly I can’t relate
This the machete to the head of the snake burn him at the stake
Teach him never double cross the hand that fed him a plate

Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger
Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip
Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger
Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip
Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger
Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip