Molotov

(album: OFFLINE - 2020)

Bones in the house, the roof is on fire
Spit gasoline, D-19 messiah
Boy I came back despite 'em
Ain't nobody higher my lighter will help guide 'em
To a whole new layer, you dare, but you just can't
My whole life was spinning in the booth camp and to dare [?]
Your two cents is worthless, making me nervous
Heard your shit it's like you're trying to be wack on purpose
Proficient in killing off every wack MC
And it'll stay that way until I D-I-E
Almost been 10 years since I came on the scene
And ain't a motherfucker ever try to step to me

(Back again with something new to hate)
They know the biz, they know just who it is
(Back again with something new to hate)
Try their best but they cannot defend

(Back again with something new to hate)
They know the biz, they know just who it is
(Back again with something new to hate)
Try their best but they cannot defend

Just like Ponyboy I stay golden
Neck, hands, wrist, every ring be frozen
Anytime that you see BONES, just know I'm holding
Aromatic rolling, smoking and choking
100 spoke rims on the 64 poking
Kicking this game for free, you just do this shit for tokens
Money, fame, and whatever it brings
All I see is depleted minds when I look at the scene
Just some drugged out pussies that simply couldn't handle
Stepping up to Bones let alone holding the candle
But I am numb to this stuff as I huff, and I puff, and I blow down these blunts

(Back again with something new to hate)
They know the biz, they know just who it is
(Back again with something new to hate)
Try their best but they cannot defend

(Back again with something new to hate)
They know the biz, they know just who it is
(Back again with something new to hate)
Try their best but they cannot defend