Coffin

(album: LivingLegend - 2013)

You know who it is bruh
Yeah, Bones
The Kid, Gxldslvgs, Team Sesh, Greywave, we in this bitch bruh
Huh

Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfucking track
All about this Ghetty Green, Crook By Da Book, young Project Pat
Evil inside, so nigga don't tempt me
My nigga The Kid, they shot with the semi
I'm sniffing that white and I call it that Whitney
I ride with the gauge like I'm Tommy Buscetta
Fuck what you claim, goon and a killer, I'm one and the same
Love negativity live for the pain
And I'm sending these hollow tips straight through your brain
I'm riding in some shit you ain't never seen
Inside, rigor mortis, outside, gangrene
Bitch

Riding through in the low (Low)
White pimp named Bones (Bones)
Long hair tied back switchblade stay stuck to my palm (Palm)
Firearm that ain't mine (Mine)
Gold slugs with that nine (Nine)
Not saying that I'll take your life so please don't take mine (No)
World way too cold (Cold)
No you'll never understand me (No)
All you see is some white kid who thinks he good at rapping
Anthrax in my backpack, loud wrap in this plane (Plane)
I'm dumb high, I'm not tryna brag
I'm just telling you what I'm seeing
I spend my days six feet deep, underground never see me
I'm the B.G., you're the Bee Gees
I'm on the come up, you on the decrease
My elevation, my progress, everything that you dream
Mansion made of big blunt wraps with a sapphire TV
Waterfall spit Alizé, bass banging like Shallow Days
Looking for a way to make a bank
Now I'm pretty sure I've found a way
Young white and I'm handsome, [?] young Hanson
Fuck with me Bones I'm Manson
Bitch that's Charles mixed with Marilyn

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