I know what you said, BONES got the chat logs
Soft, but they act hard, I see through that act, oh, oh
In the Vette, oh, oh
Breakin necks
I died on the cross, I live with regrets
See em chasing after checks
Me, I never break a sweat
Feet up at the finish
Breakin Os to the neck
I light when its dark, I like when its dark
Night vision with precision, bag the pipe in the dark
Trees weep when I walk
Birds drop when I talk
Clouds part when I park my hearse up in the lot
Have peace where they not
Im clean off the block
I leave, They bleed, I cease through the plot 
Shouldve never tried me, seen me in that light, freeze
Put em on hold, have them on the other line, please
Rocks in the time-piece, two Glocks, Siamese
You are now tuned to the last of the dying breed 
Fuck, what?
Really could give a fuck less if it aint bout SESH
Diamond encrusted on my neck, got that anna up on my chest
I need to get it off
Young juvey with that toolie
Watch me set it off
Ill be the best of all
Time blind from the shine, rollie rock, it hit rewind
Slo-mo, fofo, BONES on the alpine
Recline, lay back
.45 on my lap
That aint this and this aint that
And when I say it, thats that