Bonesy's World ft. Phrills

Takin' a percocet, that's why your momma broke it, now I'm workin' it Goin' to the room in the bed where she jerkin' at Put on a mask and I walk around lookin' at PTSD in the bed when I speak to catThey be rhymin' like books, it would be a disaster Came up with this if I did, but wait, he's had me in the doof I got you in the green, is that Double meaning on the green

Count me some paper, don't need a machine Roll me some two of mine, my family mean Might walk the halls and my blood is edeemed Too scared of dyin', my flow multiplyin', bitch, I'm really tryin' She know what I mean, pussy just tap in the glass So I'm walkin' right through it, no cuts, I'm soundin' so clean Never post on the block, I'm too busy fadin' like I'm sippin' wine Girl's kinda better come to my door And they askin' me about somethin' I can't, I'm too high to talk Reach in her bag and she pull out a cookie I'm thinkin' she strapped, I'm runnin' for chalk Full time, I'm thinkin' why I'm goin' through it These rude-ass bitches, did they even knock

Did I knock on the door? No, no, no, I'm not openin' the door I'm openin' the door, though I don't ever open the door I think the girl said, boy, they're even grosser than slammin' the door

Takin' a percocet, that's why your mama broke half a Birkin Ain't goin' to room in that bed where she jerkin' at Put on a mask and I walk her, I'm lurkin' at PTSD In the bed when I beat the gas, baby, it rhymin' Like bones, it would be disaster Came up with this if I did, but wait, he's had me in the doof I got you in the green, is that

I'm off a beat, and I'm out with the fiends We a lettering team, just like your dreams We gon' pick up these beams, read that one to me, read that one to me I might let out like three, I might lay out thirteen You might see us on three, when you're ready to sleep And we're watchin' TV

I'm on the roof with an angle, you better be duckin' When I push the button, you're dead No, I'm not down with that, mixin' my shot on the thotty You'll never be crazy, boy, head to the next time you see me You better be friendly, you'll pay the price with this motherfuckin' lit No, I am not with the foolery, I got the jewelry And this nigga next to the bed

Wake in the mornin', I hop out of bed I'm checkin' my distro, kids Slowly but surely, I'm chasin' my dreams Play me a show, just look what I did Toe shirt, he hit up the phone I don't even own, I already got me a stitch Look at you, minus, I might be a highness But I'm not your Lilo, you might be a snitch