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Windows down, rolling up, whole team in the truck
Sun down, bass up, lungs full of fucking blunts
I’m gin sipping, on Tanqueray wishing
I’m throwing pennies in the fountain, mind drifting
Yeah, my mind different. Yeah, the time slipping
I tried to hold on, but my grip keep missing
One day I’m 15, next day I’m 45
In the blink of an eye, I just watched my life fly by
My seat back, recline, hair hanging out the window
Shit, soundtrack to my life, Team SESH banging bitch
Smoke pouring out the ride float, dose when we slide slow
Driving through the night, just thinking ‘bout life, like
“How long do I get before I’ve got to leave this place?”
“I got drugs in my blunt, and I ain’t bout to let them wait.”
I flick the light, now I’m higher
Than I ever been. She dying
She OD and she’s screaming
She too gone, she leaving |
Rolex diamonds, cadillac driving
Arm out the window, stunting while Im sliding
Smoke while roll, roll when I choke
When I bust out a flow, sound like its 94
And I feel like 96, blowing on that pine drowe
In the back of the lac, rolling to the condo, bitch
People going off, ninas going down
Pays your buzz, best believe you are get down
Cause the guns up against you
And the bullets, they will hit you
Bitch, it aint even an issue
Its a cold world, dont let it get you
If you try to slide, maybe we can ride
If you try to slide, maybe we can ride |
Im sorry, Im sorry
Im sorry, Im sorry
Im sorry, Im sorry
Ive got a minute to spare, wanna spend it with you
I hope you choose to never hurt my heart and tear it in two
I know for certain how bad it is, so I spare you the truth
Dont wanna break em but I know I gotta bend the rules
Bend the rules
Bend the rules
Bend the rules
Bend the rules
Bend the rules |
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What
In my grey tee
x2
I mob in my grey tee
I rob in my grey tee
Fuck bein a rapper, I wanna ride in my grey tee
Cooling in my grey tee
Foolin in my grey tee
Bitch, suck my dick, and she droolin in my grey tee
Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
Grape Air Force, ones feeling like Nelly
Slimped up, tipping, got my chain all heavy
Diamonds in my , think its dope that Im selling
Im a pimp in my own fuckin mind
Hit the scene right, turn up the alpine
Two Twelve beatin with the weapon on my side
Tryna jack me, you must really wanna die
Speak so smooth, still its so hard
Looking at the car and they think I sell hard
Bitch, thats Na$tys, Im rolling in the backseat
Twelve gauge in the front, booming like a track meet
I roll in my grey tee
Smoke in my grey tee
Fuck a Swisher Sweet, Backwoods in my grey tee
Pimp in my grey tee
Dip in my grey tee
Young Brad Pitt, look good in my grey tee
x2
I mob in my grey tee
I rob in my grey tee
Fuck bein a rapper, I wanna ride in my grey tee
Cooling in my grey tee
Foolin in my grey tee
Bitch, suck my dick, and she droolin in my grey tee
Slip up on the scene, torn jeans and an all grey shirt
Pull out this machete, you gonna get your ass murked
Oh, I think they like me
Blood on my Nikes, in the cut you can find me
Blade held tightly
So icy boy, shinin like lightning, boy
Deader than a doornail, looking finer boy
All grey like my weaponry
I know youre stressin me
Killed your bitch, she suck my dick, I put her in a pedigree
Triple As, time to play the game, gold chains, thats a stain, poppin thangs with the shirt, whats your name?
Hammer snappin, bitch cant do it like me
Bury me in huaraches to match my grey tee
Pants saggin, extra trashy, gold mouth, extra flashy
Girls shake that laffy taffy, never fuck a thug like Daffy
Diamonds look ridiculous, bait to my dick an shit
Jump into that Chevy thang, see now twenty , bitch
x2
I mob in my grey tee
I rob in my grey tee
Fuck bein a rapper, I wanna ride in my grey tee
Cooling in my grey tee
Foolin in my grey tee
Bitch, suck my dick, and she droolin in my grey tee |
Im in the projects, bitch
Bumpin Project Bitch
See my chain tucked in
Im never flauntin shit
See Im dopin slowly
See Im smokin, chokin
Ive been rollin, hopin
That I live just to see my own kids
That Im there on the day that they drivin
That theyre there on the night that Im dyin
No tears, tell em stop that cryin
Lived a life full of gold and diamonds
See in my grave all i hear is silence
See in my days all i saw was violence
Gunshots when i shut my eyelids
In the A.M. wake to the sirens
Its a tragedy, when i watch the world its just sad to me
Its like watching the death of a masterpiece
Cant do a thing just gotta watch it bleed
Just gotta watch it bleed
Cant do a thing just gotta watch it bleed
Watching the earth its so sad to me
Its like watching the death of a masterpiece
What, SESH, Bones, yea |
Im in a Maybach cruisin
That shit foolish
Gimme two wheels and a seat Im cool with it
So Joe cool with it, lay back chill type
Dark ass shades Johnny cage aint this nice
x2
I think I was a rapper in my past life
With that said, lets get rich twice
Got money on my mind like Weezy
Rock dark ass frames like Eazy
Flow radder like Master P
Team SESH be an army, B. Geezy
Im really real but I aint gotta say it
If you gotta hose you aint gotta spray it
You know I rock this bitch like Amadeus
And Im here all day, shit, nobody could save ya
Its the year of the rat
Team SESH plus that bitch you do the math
Money in the bath
All my screens flat
All my things flashy
All my clothes black
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Everything black, black
Young Johnny Cash, Cash |
Robert Davis he the king of the South
Robert Davis he the king of the South
RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth
Robert Davis he the king of the South
Robert Davis he the king of the South
RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth
Robert Davis, in my system
I turn it up and then I can feel him
Robert Davis, in my switcher
I take a hit and I can feel it
Never goin down, always comin up
And Dont ask whats up cuz I get whats up
Dont ask whats good, the answers me
And dont ask who Im with, Im with the team
Im guttin blunts, Im cuttin trees
Young lumberjack with the rolled up sleeves
Rolled up jeans blowin rolled up leaves
Ashin out the window to the cold cut breeze
Cold cut team with the cold cut dream
NIP till I RIP
Please, believe me, I been killin these beats and bury them in a burial underneath the streets
Under my in the bleachers I never see ya waitin near the rejack
When we went outlaw, like road dog, and we were bad boys like DX
Throw an XD and then suck it
See we dont give a fuck we say fuck it
Fuck that and fuck Dave get ripped away but get out the way
Robert Davis he the king of the South
Robert Davis he the king of the South
RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth
Robert Davis he the king of the South
Robert Davis he the king of the South
RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth
Robert Davis, Robert Davis, DJ Screw up in my playlist
Killin most of you niggas that say this
Glock in my
Stop the phone got reprimanded
These rowdy niggas got weapons with em
Thats birdy stoops my ravin nigga
Stylish rag on my belt buckle, niggas talk tough but they felt knuckles
Rollin this dope while she cock back the
lookin for demons
niggas get high listenin to Pimp C
niggas aint knowin a god damn thing
bustin your brains
Whats up, pimpin these hoes
Dont mess with Texas they tell you before
Smokin this low, tippin the foes
Robert Davis he the king of the South
Robert Davis he the king of the South
RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth
Robert Davis he the king of the South
Robert Davis he the king of the South
RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth
Robert Davis he the king of the South
Robert Davis he the king of the South
RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth |
Night it be fallin
Tires they be spinnin
Deadboys crawlin
Slide to the finish
Moon seem to follow us everywhere that we’ve ridden
Street lights glowin reflectin up off the pavement
We like goin so do not come try to stop it
That will get you locked in radar ready, call the option
TeamSESH watchin every time you think you lone
The tombstone legend pack your bags and take you home
The whisper of the wind says one thing Bones
You know who you dealin with, don’t act like you don’t know
Every night spent trynna get a hit
Love you if you with me, motherfuck you if you ain’t
Wind blowin
Night smoke
Every night spent trynna get a hit
Love you if you with me, motherfuck you if you ain’t
Wind blowin
Night smoke
Sesh
What? |
You’ve always known
Just what I like to do
You’re always there
When I need a second view
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need-
I thought about everything you said
Floating around inside my head
And I can’t sleep
I can’t breathe
I just want to wake up next to you
My whole life I’ve been waiting for you
Before I was Bones, I was waiting for you |
Every little thing youve done
Wiped under
Nothing keeps you awake but you now
Youre so beyond this |
Yeah, right about now Comptons in the mothafucking house Yeah
Tell em where you from
Yeah, SESH
What?
Whole lotta money, got a whole lotta bitches
Got a whole lotta cars with a whole bunch of switches
White folks hate me cause they say Im acting different
Tie they shoestrings and buck them down, say they must be tripping
A bottle of Tanqueray, mixed with some Alizé
A dash of that Hennessey and the bottle say E and J
Bitch thats Serenity. I take it like, every day
I kill it in every way, scary white pimp and Im here to play
Let it bang bang if you gang gang, so if you down to roll
Gonna roll over to the creek and grab that pistol on my draw
Im the sickest, the wickedest, all these women Im flipping
I got cigars that Im splitting and put some drugs all in em
Im spitting that venom, flowing so heavy, baby if you down to roll
Gonna roll over to the crib, grab the sheets, and lock the door
Bitch, Im sick of just playin these games, is you down to roll?
If not, just let me know. I always got blunts to roll
What? What? What? What?
TeamSESH, fuck you
You a stupid motherfucker
Somewhere in your city, looking oh so pretty
All black, got a black Mac that match my black hoodie
Neck dripping in gold, wrist dripping in platinum
Hundred blunts in a hundred minutes, now I dont know what happened
See, all I got is my brothers, all I got is my team
See, all I got is my flows, see all I got is my beats
All you got is your bitch until she leave with me
Then all you got is that TV that you turn on and see me
Every raps a crime scene, 187 — my rhyme scheme
The best rappers that ever lived, my flows always remind me
The underground behind me, so give a fuck if you sign me
The only cracker spitting crack, these other kids just rhyme things
What? What? Team SESH. TH@ Kid, bitch, yes
You a stupid motherfucker |
OUNCE IN THE PACK ON MY BACK
FIND ME RIDING DOWN THE STREET TO THE SOUND OF THE SAX
KID ON THE FLOW NICE GUY ON THE PADS
KILLING BLUNT AFTER BLUNT TO THE SOUND OF THE SAX
IN THE HOT TUB ROLLING BONES ON MY MAC
TAKING BLUNTS TO THE FACE TO THE SOUND OF THE SAX
TEAM SESH RAT PACK BLACK ON BLACK
JUST A SCHOLAR WITH A DREAM AND SOME WEED IN HIS RAP
OUNCE IN THE PACK ON MY BACK
FIND ME RIDING DOWN THE STREET TO THE SOUND OF THE SAX
KID ON THE FLOW NICE GUY ON THE PADS
KILLING BLUNT AFTER BLUNT TO THE SOUND OF THE SAX
THIS IS THE SOUND OF THE SAX
THAT RIDING UP THE BLOCK WITH AN OUNCE IN YOUR BAG
PEOPLE TRY TO LAUGH WHEN THEY SEE I REALLY RAP
BUT IM TRYING NOT TO LAUGH EVERY TIME I FUCKING RAP |
Basement life
Christmas lights
Gin with Sprite
Wine on ice
Short list of the things that I like
Its funny how drunk nights describe life
Feel my lines
Hear my rhymes
Recycling bottles, we on the wintertime grind
Savin up bucks to get wintertime drunk
Phones on silent, lets have fun
Run in garage
Chillin in the rush
Ice was gone
Somebody run to the store
Get a big thing of cubes and a six pack of Dew, see we do real big
I wish youd get a clue
Just teenagers, sub woof bangin
Cops knock on the door, quiet till they leavin
Now turn it up, that all the neighbors hearin
Pals started talkin, the girls started hearin
The ways that the young do
Thats party all the time first week day two
Sixtel new, get up that Dew
Whatever we did last night, times two
Skip school, act foolish like kids do
Run em up through town then go back to
The basement, come and stay the night
Id like to welcome yall to the times of my life
I aint losin friends, but I be losing sleep
In the garage at night screamin lyrics to that shit
, pouring out my soul, trying to balance my composure, but I cant do it alone
I need my gang with me
I see what thingsll be
For the dope-ass kids from scrap nation
From off the , turn it back again
I need some space
I say, I need some time
I got my foot in the door, and I got money on my mind
Because I, Im steady racin in the marathon
Im steady, pushin my way off the bar
Im steady, dreaming, oh Im steady dreamin
I can show everybody what I be California Dreamin
I came from the basement, grew up in the basement
Tanqueray on shallow days, feelin like we made it
I be in the basement
I wish that you could face it
The pictures out of focus, but the image never fading
See, yall trying to do what we already done
So no matter what, you just a re-run
Yo, click rewind, hit me twice, we can settle what you said, you aint consider me tight
Im a K2-kid on my K2-shit
Take me into your lungs, Ima let loose bitch with the loose cannons
Runnin town like errands
When we shot at, we shot back like Terrance
We was the ones that made the past
Gave a the liter and guess who was dead last
Yall was in the bag, who was first class?
When I see , half full glass
But you was still mad, plannin your attack
Made cause we had somethin youll never have
Tally, creativity, just imaginin a world without us is like ones without the magic
Stars, planets, worlds collide
Then the red lights on and the Kid goes live
Time flies when you truly alive
Id like to welcome yall to the times of my life
I came from the basement, grew up in the basement
Tanqueray on shallow days, feelin like we made it
I be in the basement
I wish that you could face it
The pictures out of focus, but the image never fading
Welcome to the basement
with the basement
Welcome to the basement
Im feelin like we made it
Welcome to the basement |
A scrub is a guy that thinks hes fly
Hes also known as a busta
Always talkin about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
So no, I dont want your number
No, I dont want to give you mine
No, I dont want to meet you nowhere
No, I dont want none of your time
No, I dont want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me
Hangin out the passenger side of his best friends ride
Trying to holla at me
I dont want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me
Hangin out the passenger side of his best friends ride
Trying to holla at me |
Hundred spoke rims
Hundred proof gin
Doing 150 in my hundred dollar timbs
Tangueray clouds
Alize drops
Cognac dreams of the motherfucking top
Diamond on the wheel Ruby on the dash
Sapphire blunts flicking emerald ash
24 karats 24 hours
Got a penthouse look like the Eiffel tower
Mary Antoinette
Jewels on my chest
Village bow to me when Im hopping off the jet
Shag rug carpet all gold vossen the day that I go need me a gold coffin
Blunts Im sparking pitbulls barking never catch me without some frames like Arthur
Young King Bones, heir to the throne hoes feed me grapes and hear the ring from my phone
Get the dial tonin, call and collect
Star 67 you dont get no respect
I been out there slamming doors
I been out there slamming doors knocking pictures off the wall Im a motherfucking pimp and Im riding in the whip
What you know about this, bitch its 1996 Im a motherfucking pimp
Motherfucking pimp, riding in the whip like its 96 Im a motherfucking pimp, riding in the whip like its 96 what |
Still aint got a license so Im riding shotgun
Shotgun cock some white pigs that pop guns
These pop stars platinum fuck that
I want some, act like you want none
Bitch i know you want some
Sickest bar none, words i got them
Youre favorite rapper, well i probably taught them
Drugs i bought and bang like someone shot them
Fuck them cut them, its soft like cotton
Bitches probably rhymes must be if you talking bout a white kid that is not me
You pop like lolly, i dont fuck with molly
Cup full of those jollies, in my syrup drowning
Robert Downey my white skin, shine bright like lightning
My white benz my white friends say my shit so fucking sick
If they dont like it tell em suck a dick
Tell them th@ kid bring some weapons in
I must have been like fucking six
When i was on my bed, screaming fuck the pigs
Plastic clip in my plastic mag
Orange tip spraying hella shots
Not acting white not acting black
Just acting how i fucking wanna act
Nose full of coke sock full of crack
Big gold rope yelling 80 stack
Grand-master flash, just ashing fast
If you tryna sesh just pass the test
Acid best, face better
Morning needs the dam way i said it
My females a master piece
I might just shed a tear, dont let me fucking shed it
Dont let me fucking shed it, boutta shed a tear
Dont let me fucking shed it
Sesh |
Sipping on that Tanqueray
Feeling like its fucking 98
Raindrops on my windshield
Just get me proof, I seen brighter days
Swinging lanes in that caddy
Stuntin like my daddy
Blown switches at the red lights
And pouring up on the alleys
See, the cops really dont like me
But then again, motherfuck em
Cause the only thing they try to see
Is a white pimp get busted
A couple chains on my neck
Let me know they aint take em yet
I pay dues, I catch the check
And I get flow, so pay respect
Tanqueray in my system
The bassline Im flowin
Slidin round your city
My diamonds shinin, they glowin
Tanqueray in my system
The bassline Im flowin
Slidin round your city
My diamonds shinin, they glowin
They know Im screaming fuck they
Till the day Im in the dirt
Boy, Im screaming fuck they |
The bass knockin, bitch open up
Go pour a cup, if you smoke, roll a blunt
Brand new ounce, young and full of drugs
Still not giving it up, still not giving a fuck
I couldnt stop rappin if i fuckin tried to
They say this shit was sick bitch, trust me youre being lied to
Mountain full of ash thats too raps times two
Your shit may be awesome but my shits fuckin colossal
My shits underground my genre should just be fossil
TeamSesh, fuck Dave, yep thats the motto
Came through ice around my neck young gelato
Remember when my teacher said I wouldnt make it far though
Now I dont leave my house without one of my chains on though
Only spend a thousand if i need to let the trunk blow
Rappin all day smoking weed in my condo
Me and my fuckin team killin beats till the sun go down
And even when it do we still love guttin blunts
Dont worry its what we do
One ounce, one day, 30 raps to the face, new high, new fade, new money to fuckin make
300 something songs, 19 fuckin mixtapes
Your whole catalogue of musics a mistake
Your shits so fifth place, mines so first
Been rhyming since the cradle, imma rhyme until the hearse, I murk
Ever verse I blurt, kids so dope, flow so berserk |
Blades get flickin
These bitches get to runnin
Acting, acting like you tough
But you know you aint thuggin
You a pussy boy
Pussy, pussy boy
You a pussy boy
Dont push, dont push me boy
Give a fuck what they say when they speaking out
Told yo bitch ass on G double O
Ouija the goat Im the buffalo
If aint about dough leave me the fuck alone
Killas all off in that
Got me on my Tropicana flow
Cut them all up Bobby Flay with the blade
And wont change for the change Ima kill em all
Trap bitch bouncing in my lap in my trap house
Yeah light a cigarette ash in that bitch mouth yeah
Got my braids on swang ate her ass out yeah
Get my blade heard these bitches want the fade yeah
Yo bitch know my fucking name
My wrist dripping like Purple Rain
Toof Gang in my fucking veins no switch about me but the blade
My family we coming mane
Pussy boys dont want it mane
They swear to god they dug it mane
We pop the blade and they runnin mane
Im just that family mane
Fuck with me they coming for your family mane
Cant stand me mane
Dont get it twisted like you annie
Im depressing pop a xanny man we dripping like Dasani man
I might pop another bandie got the goons Im pretty handy man
Toof gang gang gang gang gang
You not in the fight motherfucka you a loser
Thats that shit you and your crew be doing goof troop
Man yall goofy
You and your dudes be like a dress trying to cover up your pussy
You a bitch boy!
You a bitch boy!
The way I live my life give these pussy motherfuckers something to talk about
Shawty wanna talk shit
Shawty get knocked out
they feelings
I know I aint living right
But its was taught then really hard now
Bout to fall apart dont die for the squad
Im a god now Bitch Im
Down from the start
on the block now |
Rollin up the block pullin 187s
Sippin on a bottle full of cough suppressants
Havent met the preacher havent met the reverend
But my flows gotta be the closest thing to heaven
Ima break the levy Ima break the blunt
Ima show my ights, Ima shake the junt
Ima do what I want, Ima slang the drugs
Ima stack my money, Ima save that up
When I was young always wanted a range to back up
Now Im pullin out stuntin on bitches and black trucks
Hoes they lap up Im pimpin Im macked up
Draped up dripped out mac-10 clipped up
Ima ghost but I thought I fucking told ya
All these bitches call me bones young graveyard soldier
Gettin little older, gettin little bigga, im a young fucking killin these blunts be the victims
Somewhere on your block lookin for the cops got my head on a swivel got my Glock on cock
Anotha 24 in califor n-I-a they know its all good I aint even gotta say
Rollin up the block pullin 187s
Sippin on a bottle full of cough suppressants
Havent met the preacher havent met the reverend
But my flows gotta be the closest thing to heaven
Closest thing to Heaven
Flows gotta be the closest thing to heaven
Rollin up the block pullin 187s
Sippin on a bottle full of cough suppressants |
I got that rolie on my wrist
I got that gold around my neck
I got that beeper on my hip
I got that beam up on that TEC
And it go
Bang, bang, bang
Bitch, I got a
Chain
That bling
That bling
Bitch, I got a
Ring, ring, ring
That do the
That do the motherfucking same
In my drop-top Cadillac bumping down your street
Knocking pictures off the wall, letting my fucking speakers be
Keep it pimping
Never tripping
Never slipping
Grain ripping
Bitch Im different, water sipping
In the alley behind your building
Where Im spitting
My sentences kill em no matter what
I say the shit I spit and the flows I kick turn grey skies to sunny days
Past the sunny haze
Riding in bucket seat
Turn the bass up and feel like nobody can fuck with me
I got that rolie on my wrist
I got that gold around my neck
I got that beeper on my hip
I got that beam up on that TEC
And it go
Bang, bang, bang
Bitch, I got a
Chain
That bling
That bling
Bitch, I got a
Ring, ring, ring
That do the
That do the motherfucking same |
Dont get too comfortable, the moneys for motherfuckers finna punish you
Come for you, for the darkest shit, dumber than dumb when the substance lit
Little bit nice when the dank is in em
The little tie dyes are my favorite visions
Study Geto Boys and they gangsta-isms, cause if I didnt have rap I would strangle women
From the 40 farm with the black cap back, runnin out the whip cause the slap crash fast
Got a mask and a vest and a massive aggression
Im packin a pistol, its natural selection
You packin the bowl and you pass to the next one
Cold in the soul so practice affection but fuck it, lets get it tragic in Texas
Hydrocodones on my face, itches scratchin till I go faceless
This basements where we get wasted and make these tapes so nonsensical
Walk into school, follow the laws of the mystic rule
Pickin they pockets and lickin a shot
Cause you missing the point if you think that my mission is profit
What
Bad motherfucker and my attitude match that
Get cashed and I see those flashbacks
All black with the motherfuckin rat pack
Big blunt full of dope, I ash that
Im in the grave six feet deep, got a big screen no HD
I flick ash and watch TV, N64 no PS3
MAC D.L.E on my speaker box, call the cops my speakers not
White thug, never gave a fuck
Gettin rich quick, tell me why we should stop
My razor blade in my right hand, brass knuckles up in my left
Not acting hard, just being Bones, just rolling drugs on my step
Yeah
Cup full of that life
Swisher full of that death
Skull full of them dollar signs, its safe to say that Im cashed
Eric up in the back
Sik ridin that shotgun
Bones grippin that woodgrain
Even red lights couldnt stop Yung
Im gone |
The sun down, the moon up
We just ridin round, smokin blunts
The sun down, the moon up
We just ridin round, smokin blunts
Yeah, yeah
Sesh, yeah, yeah, uh
Out of the blue
Into the black
They give you this
But you pay for that
Out of the blue
Into the black
They give you this
But you pay for that |
My chain shine like moonlight
My hand looks like Saturn
I gotta buncha rings, with a buncha rocks
Thats all diamonds and platinum
See Im somewhere thats real far from you
Say you sound like me thats far from truth
If you only knew that Ive been it dude
Ive been around the block see Im far from new
Far from you, Far from the world
From ya house
Far from ya girl
You can have it all, You can have it all
I light blunt she like adderall
Keep it girl I dont want ya call
Keep ya life I dont want ya bars
98 and Im Kid Rock feel the bass bang bawitadaba
Expensive cars
Designer rags
No brand name got nothin on my tags
Bumpin in the Lac
Rollin in the back
Gotta brick fulla dope and that pack for tha rats
Gotta black Mac-10 and it boom like bap
Tanquray showers, Alize baths
Five bedrooms and they all be the same
Walls made of gold, Waterbed fulla lean
Marble floor, blunt connoisseurs
Champagne I got bottles full
Livin life like a fuckin prince
It aint about me then they kiss the gold
Murals on my ceiling
Pearls on my necklace
Bitches feeding me grapes I guess its fresh fruit for breakfast |
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Gateway drugs gateway blunt
Blowin smoke and catch a gateway bus
Get crunk while Im rollin up
Young Lil John, high up
Gateway drugs in my cup
Gateway drugs in my blunt
I got the key in my hand and my key in the gate and Im bout to open up like
Open sesame
Rescue me from my destiny
Whats left of me is a recipe of Mountain Dew and phetamines
Flows sick, definitely
Cool as shit, yes sir-ee
Puttin it down till Im down in the ground a hundred years from now and you wont remember me
Friend of me, enemy, either way dead to me
Tires they blow, pedals keep pedaling
Wheelie keep turning, blunts keep on burning
Cadillac swerving, bangin the curbs
Young dumbfuck with a blunt full of herb
Lessons Ive learned, bridges Ive burned
Dues that Ive paid, tables Ive turned
Fuck that noise I got money to earn
Fuck is up?
Puttin it down till your bitch pick it up
Bitch thats enough I wind up in the trunk
One on the trigger and one on the Glock
Servin the fiends up on the block
Bitch I rhyme, but bitch I rap
They can lie, then so can I yuh
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels always gettin that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most |
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some-some
Creep-Creep-Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut, creeping out the cut, creep-creeping out the
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some-some
Creep-Creep-Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut, creeping out the cut, creep-creeping out the
Creeping out the cut and grab my gauge up off the fucking shelf
Busting drugs, busting guns, bitch, we dont know nothing else
If you tryna fucking step, get pressed up with that fucking TEC
A deuces between yo legs, I know you cant fuck with that
I blow out the bustas back, they know I stay fucking strapped
In that two-tone Chevrolet with that fucking MAC
The return of fucking rap, the return of the fucking mac
Im back with that 90s flow, I go like its 94
I pimp like its 96, knock hoes like they dominos
They down on the fucking flo and still asking for fucking mo
Bitch, yeah, you gotta go, baby, I gotta run
The 5-O is watching, they found my prints on that fucking gun
Creeping out the cut and grab my gauge up off the fucking shelf
Busting drugs, busting guns, bitch, we dont know nothing else
If you tryna fucking step, get pressed up with that fucking TEC
A deuces between yo legs, I know you cant fuck with that
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some-some
Creep-Creep-Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut, creeping out the cut, creep-creeping out the
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some-some
Creep-Creep-Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut, creeping out the cut, creep-creeping out the
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some-some
Creep-Creep-Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut, creeping out the cut, creep
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some-some
Creep-Creep-Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut, creeping out the cut, creep-creeping out the
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly creeping out the
Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut, creeping out the cut, creep-creeping out the
Creeping out the cut with my yams, want some-want some hay
Creeping-Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want-want
Creep-Creep-Creeping out the cut with my yams, now Fly want some hay
Creeping out the cut, creeping out the cut, creep-creeping out the |
Im the old photograph that puts the chills in your spine
Im the sound of your mothers voice saying its alright
Im the simplistic beauty like the world when you were five
Everything you know now, wanna delete it out your mind
You just wanna go back, wanna get away
You try your hardest but your heart is just gon make you stay
Burning dope in the moonlight
Everything your father said youll see is coming true tonight
Both eyes closed
Looking like a work of art chiseled out of stone
I dont wanna go
Both eyes closed
Looking like a work of art chiseled out of stone
I dont wanna go |
Youve never been this high before
Youve never been this high before
Rollin blunts, blowin hoes
Would they know than Im getting so cold
Lookin down at the Earth below
Flow dynamite and its about to blow
I cant believe just what Im seen
From the sunrises to the evenings
Everyday is like a motion picture
Lights camera and its fuckin action
Groovy fashion, weed assassin
Rag came direct just for askin
Always rappin, always hashin
Always pimpin, always mackin
Youve never been this high before
Youve never been this high before |
All I know is all Im told
And from what Im told Im holy, Im holy
All I know is all Im told
And from what Im told Im holy, Im holy
Im zaggin to the max, blowin stacks and blowin racks
Molly aint my type of woman ho, Id rather fuck with caps
I might break you off some bap, but I never give you dap
If you think you got some ana, state your business with my strap
Im buckin off the map, and Im lookin for the cap, lookin for the chewin, watcha doin, drop it in my lap
Let me know what you about, if you think that you can ride
Ice skatin in the century, bumpin TeamSESH inside
In the subs I got that work, young n thuggin like lil turk
Pushin product just like burt, 100 grand in Gucci purse
I can get it drastic, but you do not want it to be worse
If my anger bubble burst, Im makin hollow tips disperse
From the grave Im reppin SESH, bury me in kevlar vest
Got some ana on my chest, I simply cannot let it rest
I might put you on the track, and see if you can pass the test
Pimpin as a mack, I gotta keep my wealth all to myself
SESH
Dopin by myself, pimpin bitches off the shelf
Its the skinny white pimp, motorolas on my belt
Bitch I came from the grave, words crawlin through my veins
Blood drippin from my bones, switch blade up on my waist
Bitch Im rollin, Im zonin, my eyes closed and Im flowin
I disappear when Im goin, feed her pills and tell her call me in the morning
No I aint afraid to take a mothers son away
I stay with me, some killers that will fight for me
Ridin around, just me and you, blowin dope out the fuckin roof
Ash cover my dashboard, Im a living legend, thats just the truth
Ridin around, just me and you, blowin dope out the fuckin roof
Ash cover my dashboard, Im a living legend, thats just the truth
Youve always known just what I wanted to do
All I know is all Im told
And from what Im told Im holy, Im holy
All I know is all Im told
And from what Im told Im holy, Im holy |
Pull up, hop outside and forget
Ive been on a different route
Get down, lay down, stay the fuck back
Dont you go and make me shy away
Go to and
No time to wait around
Ive been doing pretty well
How bout you? I cant tell
Stop
Stop what youre doing and tell me what is wrong
You aint gotta say a thing, I know your body well
For the most part Im fine, alright, cant hide
So while we lurk in the dark this time I cant hide
How in the fuck did I get here?
My mind is stuck in the 5th gear
I cant believe that I live here
I dont believe it at all
How in the fuck did I get here?
My mind is stuck in the 5th gear
I cant believe that I live here
I dont believe it at all |
A scrub is a guy that thinks hes fly
Hes also known as a busta
Always talkin about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
No, I dont want your number
No, I dont want to give you mine
No, I dont want to meet you nowhere
No, I dont want none of your time
No, I dont want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me
Hangin out the passenger side of his best friends ride
Trying to holla at me
I dont want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me
Hangin out the passenger side of his best friends ride
Trying to holla at me |
water splashing
Underneath the under water waterfall with you
Spring in 96; Fall of 92
All I want is you but if you have to go away
Ill find my constellation in distractions through the day
You look up at me with only the most beautiful gaze
I kiss you on the forehead cause I dont know what to say
I worship with my hands as I revel in how you taste
My biggest fear is that I will be someone that you hate
The first time that I saw you ever I was in a daze
I leaned against the wall sippin tea watching you sway
I saw you as a huntress I did not see you as prey
All I had to do was pray that you would not move out the way
I want you to remain all up in my personal space
And whisk away layers of Jungle Queen of time and space
Eternal sunshine of none of my memories erased
I bite you hard with fangs and kiss you deeper than the bass
Im ridin shotgun with the weapon on my waist
Step in my direction
Catch a metal to ya brains
That blade to ya face; dontchu try and run away
Tell me that you should a loved my like you used to always say
Never had trust, got no love in my veins
Rip my heart and throw it on the ground
Replace it with the bass
Im dopin when it boom
Bitch I hope I see you soon
All alone, Nowhere to run flying high on my broom
Im dropping from the heavens just to speak and make some money
Yes Ive made a little but Ive yet to feel the comfort
Im aiming up for nothing
Got my eyes shutted Im buggin bugs
Insects crawling on my skin while Im stuntin through the yard
With the stone in the crips in the bones
Just know you aint alone
I said no you aint alone uh |
Ancient silk, gold buttons
Hear the bass, know BONES coming
Young Pharaoh, Im a young prince
They bow to me and keep drugs coming
Rolling up on my throne
Crown flooded in stones
Sapphires, got emeralds
I got diamonds next to my pearls
Young majesty, they asking me
What I want to eat
Say Fashion me
Bowl of fruit, big glass of life
One satin rag to shine up my knife
All my life, every night
Eyes out the glass, case the reaper tries
Guns blaring, future died
Is it life or death, quick you decide
In the casket deep, young tragedy
Dapper punk
Flow masterpiece
Whole village
They bow to me
Turn water to lean
Turn grass to weed |
Let me tell you a little story about a skinny white pimp
Got the heater on his lap, got a beeper on his hip
In the parking lot slangin mixtapes out the whip
Drop the top, hit the switch, watch the trunk do tricks |
Whats goin on
You dont gotta tell me nothing
You dont gotta tell me nothing
You dont gotta tell me nothing
You dont gotta say a word
You dont gotta run in hind, its your world
You dont gotta tell me lies
You dont gotta act your age
You can outlaw all you want, Ill wait |
Slidin in my cutlass slammin the bump up on the speaker box
Prayin to yoself I cant relate bitch I dont need a god
Find me where the demons are, ridin in the demon car
Stone stick shift, know its bones when you see the car
Killin it better believe it tho
Murder right up in yo stereo
Tell me now whats a scenario
Two swishers rolled now here we go
Yo girlfriend she called you and she told you that she home
She hang up, the shots in mouth, now she ridin round she with bones
Now she posted up in my home
Whole room smellin like smoke
She in my bed with my chain on and when she go to sleep Im ghost
She tell me that she like the flow she know the words to my music
She naked under that shirt of mine so please dont confuse it
I aint lyin I do it
Bitch you home doin nothin
See everydays a fucking Saturday, Im livin life and I love it
One million blunts rolled up for the drive, its the slim white pimp dollar signs on my eyes |
Everybody talk about guns
Everybody talk about drugs
Everybody wanna be everybody else
But me? I never gave a fuck
I dont get along with the ones that tag along.
Bitch Id rather be on my own.
Switchblade holdin
Backwoods folding
Young dumb fuck with a sock full of dope
101 hoes in a limousine rose
No phone, up late
Try to get it can talk
All I ever do is flow
All I ever do is smoke
Couldnt take my life cause Im already gone
Everybody wanna be next
Everybody wanna be the best
They know us but we dont know them
Everybody just wanna be SESH |
Hey
Im Satans gift to the twenty first century
Shitting in brown bags and lighting them on your porch to see
Exactly how much shit you can take from me
Ding Dong ditching these rappers until they start to plead insanity
The baddest kid on the block
Bullet pop
A bad temper makes me weed and some rock
I got people saying the paying attention to shit
But you gotta stay humble without you mentioning shit
Bitch
Im on another level
You cant surpass me
My teachers knew that too, thats why they never passed me
Maybe actually the problem went and practically blew up in my face
When I didnt do my maths sheets
But they did teaching for everyone for everything that they teach us
There was one bad kid ditching class on the bleachers
And that was me
Hello world
Coming live from the place with Hollywood girls
Im drunk down and tryna holla at your bitch
I told her if she bring a friend, we can all split like
Banana peels, abundant gorilla thugs, you feel me?
Little bitches while Im Mighty Joe Young
See
Im fresh out the Styx
While dirt roads back home werent leading me to shit
So, I said fuck it
I moved away now I wake and live the California Dream everyday
My teachers use to hold me after when I did wrong
And asked me what I wanna do
Id say rap songs
They got to laughing everytime that I said it
Now I get emails saying that they regret it |
I only fuck with those who only fuck with me
A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps
I only fuck with those who only fuck with me
A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps
I only fuck with those who only fuck with me
A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps
I keeps me a nine millimeter just in case
A cowards in my face
These bullets he gone taste
See, I dont wanna die so I keep on me a nine
See, I just need some time to prove that the world is mine
Dont gotta say Im dope, cause they already know
The Th@ Kid flows like from the store
These bitches already heard me
These bitches already swerving
These bitches already calling, it aint even 7:30
See, Timberland my boots
Versace on the suit
Rolex on my wrist, chunk the dukes and bang the Screw
See, I aint down south
I aint up north
I aint west coast nor east, I am tourin
Im everything you know, from that 94
The sound of chopper shells slowly droppin to the floor
Im sippin and blowin my Os
Im grippin and pourin the fo
Im bangin and swangin, Im movin and cruisin
Im lookin at you and Im slammin the fuckin door
Let it go, Im in my zone
Look at my eye like Fuck you on?
Drugs in my blunt like fuck, Im gone
With the fuckin team and we fuckin on, bitch
I only fuck with those who only fuck with me
A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps
I only fuck with those who only fuck with me
A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps |
I hit the three wheel motion
Im guttin swishers while Im mixin up the potion
My rims like thorns, always stay pokin
Bath full of cash, got lungs full of roses
These white kids dont impress me
On something one week, off that next week
Black skully no shirt gold links
Im the best cracker rapper, flow give em cold feet
Drown in the bass, drown in my ways
The water gets deep and my mind starts to change
Actin like you in it to win it but you just in it for pictures
See, you just in it to talk about it
You just it in it to picture yourself on stage
Givin crowds what they need to get wild, get buck, get hype
Born in the day I was raised in the night
See, young fuckin ghost, good luck tryna fight me
Always with the team, you know where to find me
Always seems to be the white kids that dont like me
Aint about race no, its all about sound
But my mind starts talking and its speakin out loud
Thinkin out loud, Im just talkin to myself
Should I give the game life? Should I give the game death? |
Now a days rap musics a metaphor in a beat
Just dumbed down for dumb crowds to get what they mean
And all the sudden im getting all these pats on the back
From the same kids who used to hate when i say that i like rap
Like hey i like it too now, you heard of wiz khalifa? curren$y? Mac Miller? Black and Yellows my favorite
Its just the same bullshit every time that i hear it
Thinkin they so underground when they dont fuckin know the meaning
Just cause you went home and did some research on em
Downloaded the discography you think you been on em
But you fuckin been off em
And i know that thats a fact
Get to laughing every time you faggots say you like rap
What happened to baller blockin and throwin shots at artists when they slip up and use your name in their recordin
What you know about wayne fool? he went and fuckin made it
Did you have dedication when he dropped dedication?
See, the problem with today, better yet with rap
You can go home and log on and download the pack
But still, youll never know what its like to be a fan
Signin off, the rap fanatic, establishin |
Its 1994
Pop your trunk, slam your doors
We got henny we got dro
Now we down at the corner store
Now i need you to tell me right now if youre into it
We could roll around, till you finally feel youre feeling it |
Cold breeze warm weather
Bucket hat with my cashmere sweater
Never acting like Im better
Still bitches know young bones never let up
Twenty five lighters on the dresser, yes sir
Lately I aint smoke still higher, than ever
Rose water in my tea sip it slow
As I think, close my eyes, just breathe, let it go
Im just loving every second Im alive
From the day I was born till the night that I die
You try hard but me, I dont try
You acting like you hard but we know you just a lie
I aint trying to portray no image
Just a young white fuck no car still driven
Young dumb funny girl looking like Patty
Hank hill whip gold wheel white caddy
Propane flowing up in my veins
Watch where you light the blunt
You dont want to see me bang, bang
You dont want to see me bang, bang |
Young living legend
I dont need no Mac-11
Feed her pills to she kill
Then I smoke and resurrect em
Bitch Im creeping in the kut
Spider webs up on my blunt
Blood dripping from my wrists
Got veins full of drugs
Locked away in the cellar
Got a girl like Sarah Gellar
Only smoking If I let her
Ill be killing If I tell her
Young Freddie Prinze Jr
I dont need a fucking Ruger
Bitch I sound like bodies dropping
And I look like school shooters
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
1,2,3 Young Bones on the creep
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
Its the skinny white pimp gripping on the switchblade
Nasty, Nasty
Might catch your body, like a trust fall
Hell in a cell vs. Chris Benoit
My click in the presence
Feel how cold the air gets
Bones up on the VHS
Looking for the blair witch
Visuals satanic rituals
Brainwash a nice girl to pop that thing to mystical
Cant believe your eyes but you know Im too real
Got that fucking thing tucked, like Buffalo Bill
Resident Evil: Raccoon City
Drugged out zombie bitch snorting blow off of Jills titties
But this aint a game on the PlayStation
I dont exist Im a fucking myth
Figment of your imagination |
Sometimes its so hard to be so famous
I mean Im so famous
Im famous, famous, bitch Im famous
Cameras flashin, females faintin
Famous, famous, bitch Im famous
Got a lot of money so I gotta go spend it
Ridin round the city like a big shot
In a shirt Ive found at the thrift shop
Fuck hip-hop, let the fuckin kid rock
Wrist watch, tick-tock, 2, 1, lift off
Ive waited my whole fuckin life to be where I am tonight
In the Hollywood Hills ownin hundred dollar bills
Passin out, wakin up and catchin flights
Money in my hand, Im bout to throw it all
Ounce in the bag and Im bout to blow it all
Hardcore flow, smackdown vs raw
Tabloids gossip, blunts get sparked
Everybody knows Im the fuckin kid
Dropped outta school then I fuckin got rich
Somethin always lit, turned up, let me spit
The bass goes bang and the lighter goes flick
Im famous, famous, bitch Im famous
Cameras flashin, females faintin
Famous, famous, bitch Im famous
Got a lot of money so I gotta go spend it |
Purple thang, gold hammers
Gleamin as I see you pass
Purple thang, gold hammers
Gleamin as I see you pass
Purple thang, gold hammers
Gleamin as I see you pass
Purple thang, gold hammers
Gleamin as I see you pass
Purple thang, gold hammers
Gleamin as I see you pass
Purple thang, gold hammers
Gleamin as I see you pass
Purple thang, purple thang
Purple thang, purple thang
Purple thang, purple thang
Purple thang, purple thang
Purple thang, purple thang
Purple thang, purple thang
Purple thang, purple thang
Picture me bout it
Picture me ballin
Like Im back in Oakland
Them Daytons pokin
You know im swangin
That trunk bangin
That Bones playin, Im fuckin sayin Im layin low
Key for the moment, I aint no shit
I aint see no gunshots, i aint load no clip
In the night, creepin, peepin out my blinds
Will I live to see another sunrise, or will I die
I dont know |
White skin gold chain
Its only when it rains
Flashbacks runnin through my mind like drugs in my veins
Everyday the same, tryna maintain this being I became
Blunts to the face
Everything cool, everything fine, everything grand
Money in my hand I got money in my hand
I could never leave rap you could never understand
Put your heart into a flow and youll see what Im sayin
Never by the gram, always by the ounce
Got a place around the corner for a hundred for a pound
Ill show you what Im bout, double Y when I like
Cup full of the mix sunny to light
Bitch Im high as a kite, Im deceased as a corpse
Too cashed lookin like a zombie when I walk
SESH
This is the time when you roll up all your drugs and get yourself together, ya know |
{Verse]
I was 13 runnin wild in the fuckin streets
Now Im 19 ridin in some bucket seats
Ramen noodles on the stove and the fridge empty
Stomach growling, water boiling, bread lookin tempting
Take the garbage out, wrap it while I shut the can
Drag it to the curb, drop it off, spark whats in my hand
Young legend still Im living like a peasant
All I need is a mic and you know that I could bless you
Gold doubloons on my neck spark her like the ocean
When the sun hits the liquid in the early morning
Long hair down my back like the white ranger
Young tommy, gold body, eye of the tiger
Casey Jones denim
Cold banes flannel
Fuck art, smoke blunts, do whats on your mental
Never took opinions, only took my pencil
I wrote team I wrote sesh and then they came together
Ice cream hoody with the bathing ape shoes
BBC bucket with some diamond dollar pantaloons
1932 ridin in the model T, tommy gun up out the roof in case you tryna bother me
They all hollerin, young Bones father me
I get my belt I shut the door and teach em how it ought to be
Questions like they auditing, young rap oddity
They never heard a sound and seen a sight quite as hard as me
And I dont be up on no rap shit
Im on that SESH shit, young night rat shit |
Pullin up feet hangin out the window
Tippin four fours bout to blow like Nintendos
Only but my own shit so i ride real slow
Time to go hard so im breakin out the steel tones
Females love me they put nothin above me
Call me room heaven cuz its where i feel godly
Fuck your Bugatti I pull up on a bike, blunt hangin out my mouth speed and pass you at the light
Like Jesus Christ how we get so high, bloodshot eyes hardly open while i ride just a weird white kid that gets way too high and approaches microphones just to speak in rhymes
Like testing, 1, 2 am i coming through?
Swangin lane to lane sippin on that screw juice
Never fuckin gonna shoot, never gonna kill, never fuckin gonna stop, never fuckin gonna chill
Only gonna fuckin stack my paper on top of that
All I wanna do is rap, so im fuckin doin that
Dreamt a dream when i was 6, so im fuckin chasin that
Tool bus, hundred blunts, 30 ounces in the back
Degeneration SESH, throw a sucker then we jet
Long hair bandana young XPac bitch
Young XPac bitch
Young XPac bitch
Long hair, bandana, young XPac bitch |
Grand, Grandmilly in this, bitch
Th@ Kid in this, bitch
TeamSesh nigga
275 in this hoe
And you already know
Friday the 13th, Halloween
Got me commit me a murder scene
Grabbin that strap I dont know how to act
If that gat is not packed then Im blowin that MAC
Pull up beside of ya ride that tool
Psycho mentality, losin my gravity, fight all my life I cant face my reality
Murder in the first degree, yo body turn to missing, G
Shootouts in the park, all after dark wont solve no mysteries
Give her the evidence first
Fuck with my Raiders you lay in the dirt
Runnin from the police, niggas dont know me, Cadillac pimp when a nigga on a slow creep
Bustas get mad but they not strapped
This that Three 6 Project Pat
Schoolin my young blood to this game
Lords of The Underground bringin the pain
Hammer cocked up in my ride
Tryna get brain
From yo slide
She a hoe
And she blow
Whatchu think that I aint know
This is for all of my niggas thats pullin them triggers
And be bought they business as lord as my witness
Im witnessing killers, bodies on couches with blood on the ceiling
None to the fucks think Im losin my feelin
Killas is with me they ready and willin
Run into Crips and Im ready to killem
Look in the mirror that bitch is a villain
Nigga
Friday the 13th
Its the 13th
Friday the 13th
Its the 13th
Friday the 13th
Its the 13th
Friday the 13th
Its the 13th
Mask cover my face
Feelin something like Kane
I chokeslam, I piledrive, Im X-Pac when I spray
Im JFK with that K
Headshots all day
When the block gets hot, see the Glock is cocked, and that MAC-10 stay laid
On my lap, in the lac, coming down, slangin packs
Bring it back, bring it back, to the bottom of the map
In the kitchen with the crack, on the stove top boilin
Deuces in the trunk, Bobby Johnson when Im ridin
Ive been, livin, smoking these blunts and thinking
That I need to get this money, so its raps that Ive been kicking
Lincoln navigator, Interior alligator
TV screen Playstation SEGA, everything your bitch ever dreamed of
Bitch its me and Grandmilly in the drop-top lac blowin smoke to the breeze
Tangueray cups with the O to the E
Cadillac pimpin with the gold on my teeth
Whatchu mad for bitch tryna keep my lines clear, call me back when you finish, it...
Friday the 13th
Its the 13th
Friday the 13th
Its the 13th
Friday the 13th
Its the 13th |
These pussies all ego
Lying bout some kilos
Im Prime Time Deion, cut you up in ya Dior
Bleedin in designer
Fondly you couldnt know
Bones will track you down and pack you out with the wolves
My whole set glisten like we dipped in gold
You and ya clique like lawn chairs, just built to fold
I skip the toll, I roll on through, but when they write
Dont speak down on me and the crew
Blue sky tan boots
I had nightmare that I woke up being you
I had to shake myself up, it was a fucking view
Shit felt so real, I had no skill
No hope, no flow, no automobile
Just trying to chill somewhere away from it all
Imperfect perfections, nature has no flaws
Minne oak trees reach up to the clouds
No cars, no smog, no cancer allowed |
Aye
I Havent seen you in a while
Hows everything doing
Do you still act wild?
Long school nights
Out party till the lights out
Girl you havent changed, I prayed you would by now
Cause rumours Finally out, I was tryna father ya
Cause boys they always bother ya, and men they always howl at ya
I was tryna pull you up outta hell before it killed ya
Now it seems you down with the devil
And I told ya so
No way, can I go further down this road you told me to follow
I roll with the sorrow, had some pain to swallow
It had me wishing I could wake it, take it to tomorrow
The morning after cause you aint living for that
You keep living for the drinks, started dying at the thought of that
And all I ever truly wanted was the truth, and Im glad that you know
The one that cant speak, its you
Aye
Choice, You gotta make em
Choice, Yeah, You gotta make the right one
Choice, You gotta make em. But I aint the one, so consider me gone
Choice, You gotta make em
Choice, Yeah, You gotta make the right one
Choice, You gotta make em. But I aint the one, so consider me gone |
Raindrops, raindrops
Commin down cant stop
Water drippin down my window
Trees shake when the wind blow
Too high I aint lookin down
She say she too high, she never commin down
Im just glad she came around
One milion blunts playin in the background
She say she higher that she ever been
I say thats cool, roll another one
My voice loud on the speakerbox
She tell me rewind, turn it up
My neighbour say turn it down now
We try to sleep, its 2AM
And we got to work tomorrow, work tomorrow
I dont give a fuck I dont work tomorrow
Makes me feel I belong to something
We arent human |
Night sky
Night time
Nice wine
Why you lyin like you dyin when you lookin like you fine
See my white skin shinin, Bones might blind you
But take Bones hand baby let Bones guide you
Searchin I can find it
Examinate and it
Open up her eyelids, she say its like diamonds
Impeccable my timin
On the private island
Used to hear violence, but now I hear violins
Granite on the counters, never had allowance
Little bit of money in my sock now Im loungin
Speakers stay poundin, walls stay bouncin
Lungs stay full new day, new ounces
Overthinkin my situation every day Im patient
They say they stars so if so I am the constellation
Overthinkin my situation every day Im patient
They say they stars so if so I am the constellation |
Death up in my cup, clutchin blunts, light em up
Same color blood, its the skinny white thug
I can never give a fuck cause that just aint me
I get high, so alive, now Im P.O.D
W.P.O.D, thats White Punk On Dope
See, the only thing Ive ever done in my life is flow
Im so gone in my song, I disappear into baits
I pop up in the middle with no name, no face
Find me sittin at my place, Netflix all day
Double Ys to the neck, cant feel my face
Hate your life so much, cant feel that pain
I cant really relate, on clean ice I skate
Sharp blades, calm wager, see Bombay
With the team, white shirt clean
Theyre tryin to be me, they wanna be sick
But theres only one Bones, one skinny white pimp
Im off a lot of drugs
Im off a lot of drugs
Im rolling up my blunts
Im off a lot of drugs |
Back then they didnt want me
Now Im hot they all on me
44s Im tipping, wood grain Im gripping
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
Turn your neck in your damn Nissan
Me and Bones we aint tripping
Im finger flipping and serve sippin like do or die
Im hoe pimping, car stop rims keep spinning
Im feeling like Josie, all black I slow the creek
Leather hat cocked back, and all is gold on me
Hop up in that prelude, get mad if she aint nude
Young thug get real rude
That fucking nasty mattitude
Sesh camp posse, whole team glossy
Lavish like Liberace, fur coat opened she call me papi
Sink my teeth into the mold
Ice all in my gold
Draw stuff with them rolls
Turn my soul real cold
Sex and candy paint, here with me
Gold cartier frames I can clearly see
Flipping these bitches, like a young Geoff Rowley
All black Im Mr. Crowley creeping through your alleys
44s Im tipping, wood grain Im gripping
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
Turn your neck in your damn Nissan
Me and bones we aint tripping
Im finger flipping and serve sippin like do or die
Im hoe pimping, car stop rims keep spinning
Lookin something like TLC
No scrubs on my fucking team
No Glock in my fucking jeans
But you still get dropped like autumn leaves
Still the same old me
Walking down the block with the blade on me
Go ahead and act like you aint old me
Go ahead and take my sounds say you aint old me
Put it all on me drop down told them they all gon see
Now they all say Bones its been a long time since you been home
Didnt do it all alone, been with my brother since young day one
Young day want some flippin and killin just like I cant do wrong
No you dont get no love
People hear your music and they turn it off on you
Riding on the passenger side of your best friends ride
Get you some money |
Young girl and she bad
Tongue full of them tats
More drugs on her back
Now she trippin off of that acid
Pills on the counter tell me they were aspirin
I aint askin that you can have it
She too high, she tell me bring it down
I grab her by the hand and put a blunt up in mouth
Slightly down south
Swangin on them curbs
Its like we downtown when im bangin in the curse
Trippin
She want it bad she gon have to wait cus im sippin
But its gettin late theres no time to waste lets get naked
All by ourselves and we really high so tell me why the fuck are we waitin |
My mind got me missing, this static got me tripping
VHS camera in the closet caught these hoes slipping
Im limited edition, minus intuition, minus the ambition
Lack of my soul causing emission
Young dirt bag, everybody knows
Got a pocket full of hope and a snub nose
Imma take you back, to like 06
Spitfire hoodies flip tricks and hitting licks
Fired up the blacks spitting game to the chips
Live up in the moment, and never give a shit
Present day, 21 years old, mouth full of gold
Almost as cold, as my fucking soul
I know I aint living right but I aint living wrong
Her body super tight kitty poking out the thong
Gods in the flesh, gold chains on our chests
Team sesh till death till they put my ass to rest
My mind got me missing, this static got me tripping
VHS camera in the closet caught these hoes slipping
Im limited edition, minus intuition, minus the ambition
Lack of my soul causing emission
Its the young white witch I was raised in the sticks
Tattered clothes on my bones blood dripping from my wrists
In the woods smoking woods, I aint posted in the hood
Bitch Im in the haunted house with the ghosts and the ghouls Every song is a ritual, every blunt is habitual
VHS with my visuals, you a fake Im original
Rusty hinges on the doors, stone on the walls
Leave your body in the cellar leave your blood in the halls
Breathe, bitch take a deep breath
Its the teenage skeleton flowing it till Im dead
I said breathe, bitch take a deep breath
See my blade dont say a word but my grave says sesh
My mind got me missing, this static got me tripping
VHS camera in the closet caught these hoes slipping
Im limited edition, minus intuition, minus the ambition
Lack of my soul causing emission |
Welcome to my world
Can take a look around
But wipe your feet before you step up inside this house
They say if youve seen one youve seen em all
But if you havent heard of me you aint heard nothin at all
Ive got people who still hate me
Havin nightmares of me makin it
While awakin to my daydream, so wake up
To everybody who sleepin
You try to hit the snooze button but it wont stop a beepin
Oh my, look how time is flyin I just with diamonds, Im in
Another timezone, smokin that time bomb, that C4 tree
You aint on what Im on
I find myself in the studio
Take some kush to the head and now Im lost boy like Rufio
I let the truth be told, man I dont run from it
I just chase my dreams in a marathon, its all or nothin
Work
Work
Work
Work
Work
Work
I got a dude named Vince Vaughn
All he do is break up
I smoke
All I remember is when I wake up
I got a girl who gets it free
Edible for kush weed
I know a guy in the D
That gives us tree and LSD
You wont believe what you see
Pink line, purple weed
Black sky, white bank
Im doin what you said I couldnt, what you think?
Im super cali, fragilistc
Twist it off
Dont believe in matchin, now Im true
Smoke , while I roll this
Five hundred dollars
For your fuckin volcano
I dont give a fuck
I roll
Work |
R kelly braids smoking blunts with my robe on
TeamSESH up only bumping my own songs
Pinky ring shiny got a glow on
Flow give em stage fright show must go on
I get my roll on, nothing to roll on, but I dont need one fuck it roll a new bone
Grey poupon back of the limo, heading to the bath house feel like jahiro
I dont wanna dance with you girl but I watch though
Let my seat back sign a lease for the condo
One up in the midwest one up on an island one in california the sounds of the sirens
Some are playing violins but my brain frys and chocolate milkshake dollar signs on my eyelids
Big blunts on the tray with my chains, jewels layed out like its mtv-
Cribs , cris in the fridge, ice in my glass ice cold when i sip
Strawberry dipped in chocolate alpine blast through my trunk be knockin, lowkey lookin for the profit, thats nothing |
How could you do this to me?
How could you do this to me?
How could you do that to me?
And how could you say what you said to me?
Im barely alive
Im almost dead
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Drugs in the back of the backyard
And I dont know how
All these motherfuckers act so hard
On the same
Now you say you fuckin me
How could you do this to me?
How could you do this to me?
Pussy boy just stop now
You act hard, but you not now
I wake up and I get cash
You wake up and you stress it all
See sweat pour down your face
You a pussy, I put you in your place
I get money and I dont even got to say shit
I get money and I dont even conversate
I ride with my motherfuckin team
We go like some motherfuckin hybrids
Roll with the motherfuckin high beams on
With the 3M, bitch, we shinin
I dont give a fuck what you got to say
Bitch, nobody ever will
Thats some real fuckin talk
From a real fuckin boy
From the real fuckin town
From the real fuckin state
You dont know what it takes
All you know was a fake
You dont know no real
Bitch, please stay away
Please stay away
Please stay away
Please stay away
Please stay away |
Sesh
Sitting on the stu
Fresh bowl of fruit
The sky is turing electric blue
The clouds are pink
My eyes are too
Bloodshot cant even move
I watch the sun when it rise up
And I watch the sun as it go down
And I watch the moon come up everynight
Shits unreal its never slowing down
Its raining outside
I love the rain
I love the ocean
I love the eclipse
I love the water
I love the coffee
I love the whiskey
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I wish I wasnt a robot |
Cobblestones on the road, in the old Dutch town
Kickin old Dutch flows
Pockets full and my bones made of gold
Picking fruit up off the tree just to bring it back home
Wind let it blow
Hear the sound of the crows
Ice fall from the sky, skin same color as snow
Cops layin low
Village scream, Oh no!
Kid found in his room stabbed up on the floor
Pocket watch tickin so my mind keep racin
Gotta get up outta town fore they start tracin
Backpack through the woods, over the hills we go
Stop at Grandmamas house, young big bad wolf
All I got to my name is a knife and some change
I was ringin through the city, all Im hearin is some screams, Im..
Overthinkin why I did it
No reason comes to mind, so I just keep breathin
Wind pickin up and the snow falls harder
Stick up , kidnap his daughters
Young bandit, wood grain hammer
Bash in your nails, tryna step to the blammer
The glitz and the glamour, from cute to sin
Fuck all the bullshit, Im throwin up tantrums
On the run, nowhere to fuckin hide, under the bridge with my gold and a blade by my side, Im
Wanted dead or alive
Bag of money on my head, dollar signs on my eyes
Wanted dead or alive
Bag of money on my head, dollar signs on my eyes
What? |
I be at the thrift shop if you need to find me
2 fools gold chains matchin like siamese
5 dollar shirt and a 7 dollar time piece
Time just flies when you livin like I be
I be at the thrift shop lookin for a wrist watch
Somethin from the 30s, if not its just pish posh
Lookin for that vintage
Flow old fashion
Old briefcase for the times that Im travelin
No backpackin, just knapsackin
Young dumbfuck in the back blunt wrappin
Team so dapper, kid so sharp
Camera adores me, young Robert Culp
Im lookin like the man and Im feelin like it too
In my thrift shop rags fuck your hundred dollar shoes
Im lookin like the man and Im feelin like it too
In my thrift shop rags fuck your hundred dollar suit
[Outro}
I be at the thrift shop if you need to find me
2 fools gold chains matchin like siamese
5 dollar shirt and a 7 dollar time piece
Time just flies when you livin like I be |
Raps Andy Kaufman
Pullin up raris
So fresh till death I should pull up in a coffin
Blunt got me coughin thats how you know its awesome
Weed from California but my motor so foreign
Yellow testarossa we came with a few horses
Motorola beeping wish bitches would quit callin
Lookin at my chain mouthes wide like they yawnin
Screamin TeamSesh and we aint even fuckin tourin
Motherfuck your Nikes
Motherfuck your Jordans
Motherfuck your Gucci all that shit is just corny
But bitch its all gravy
Im not tryna change your expectations like a baby all Im tryna do is raise em
Born in the bays so Im cool with the raiders
Mixtapelegend more cuts than a razor
Subwoof bangin
CD slangin
Cash money records I aint shinin bitch Im blangin
Bitch Im famous
Bitch Im stainless
Not a scratch on me Im the motherfuckin cleanest like Im fresh up out the cleaners
Flow be the meanest
Pants saggin when I rap so I walk with a demeanor
Yeah |
Smoking is bad for your health
Im so ahead of the times
Young daylight savings with a fetish for rhymes
Im up while you recline
You rise but bitch I shine
I shine like a starry night
Sharper than the end of my knife
Ive got a switchblade in my sock
Bikin up the block
Dope in my system
Checking my mirror for cops
If drugs kill, I am death
No fear, no respect
Sea cress on my white skin
Young Turk with my rhymin
Father time with my timin
My timin so timeless
Your time is, never bitch
My shits forever its classic
So classy but my pocketwatch
Team Sesh written on the top
Scholar shoes never collars pop
Gold cufflinks, young white fuck
I dont kill beats, I surf em
My flow, you could never learn it
My earnings, you could never earn em
The blunts I smoke man
You could never burn em
The team I walk with
You could never run with
Flights so good and the sun so sunny
Fuck a hobby this is life
Since the age of fuckin 9
Baller blockin in my headphones
Dollar signs all in my mind
Blame it on Master P for gettin this flow so nice |
Grippin grain blowin haze candy paints still drippin
Fresh up out the shop hit the switch then get to flippin
Im purple syrup sippin got the key in the ignition
Time movin slow reality i can barely grip it
See you prolly be slippin, but me i keep it pimpin
Switchin lanes, poppin trunks, showin out for all these bitches
Dashboard scotty Pippin, Woodgrain grippin
Tape deck on blast, speakers in my truck kickin |
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break, break, break
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Ski mask and a Glock
Run up in your spot
My parents taught me well so where the fuck did I go wrong
What the fuck I got to lose
Shoot em up thats kinda rude
Rather smoke a blunt and kick a rap but what am I gonna do
Ima stick em up quick and the ricochet doesnt hit a man down shots fired now Im runnin through the kitchen
Bookin it through the garden sorry bitch I beg your pardon
Killin all your daffodils and kickin up all your flowers
I put it down for the kids who fuckin cant
The kids who hate school but parents wont let em fail
Tell em I say fuck you and everything that they believe
Thats rude as shit but thats just me if you dont like it leave
I got some tricks right here up my fuckin sleeve
Mask-like Halloween
Automatic weapons under my bed just tryna sleep
Let it leap up out the sheets
Rip some holes in your knees
Now you goin out like Tony face down in the deep
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you |
Yeah
Reporting live from the Sewer
Th@ Kid, RatPack, SESH
Hand me down hoodie with a no gold chain on
Feeling like DMC back in A4
Hat turned back, kid pushing on my skateboard
Cream colour sneakers
Life is a cake-walk
Once again backs the incredible
Here to bring the world some noise
So get ready for
My racket, smash it
Put it in the trash can
Other dudes acting
Me Im just rapping
All these jack-rabbits, thinking Im in last place
I just broke the ribbon at the finish of this rat race
Your far too kind, Thank you all
A special thanks to my friends who thought they knew it all
Scratch that, I meant to say old friends
Its at the point in life to where hope it was just hopeless
Got sick of smoking, got tired of drinking
So I closed my eyes, till I woke to freedom
On the five speeding, shifting gears and spitting frees
Till I got back to LA, and sparked with the team
Its the young hitter, batter ups what they screaming
Cause every rap that I kicks is as good as my last hit |
Lotta people talk about shit that they wont do
See right through em analyse what they goin through
I dont really know, i cant relate
Ive never had urges to broadcast my day
Loose key, notice me, live from where the hopeless be
Hope my body floats so they can see real peace in every me
Abracadabra
Everything is Magic, you believe I work hard and thats so tragic
1920 Spanish style, smoking on the patio
Ice Watch tell em how it is and how it go
Butterscotch interior, make em feel inferior
Ice Watch back up on the block, is you hearin this?
Tenjin we meet again, i need some cup holders
Took me bout, 10 minutes, just to get through customs
Had to take off my jewelry, get the fuck up out my way i aint got no time for no Tom Foolery, excuse me
Ice Watch. 2017, Ice Watch, now watch it gleem |
You say youve got them guns but Ive never seen you bang
You say youve got them drugs but Ive never seen you slang
You say youre in the game but Ive yet to see you play
You say youre going hard but nobody feels the same
You say youve got them guns but Ive never seen you bang
You say youve got them drugs but Ive never seen you slang
You say youre in the game but Ive yet to see you play
You say youre going hard but nobody feels the same
Swerving off, my eyes closed
Graveyards where I call home
Razor blade in my fucking palms, touch me and Imma cut you off
Raindrops on my white skin, turn ghost and Im in my zone
Hair long, my blunt’s short, always smoke, so we rollin more
Coming down, coming down, see me, but dont hear a sound
Ridin round, ridin round, Cemetary Blunts in the background loud
Now now, burn it all to the ground
To the ground, ground, Bones back in time
I aint got no fucking chain, I aint got no diamond ring
Young Justin Timberlake, all these bitches know my name
If you see me out in public then you know I got the blade
If you see me on the stage you know I got the blade
Hundred pills in my pocket but that shit is not for me
I feed em to my girl and watch her drop down to her knees
Ghost in my hair, I got ash on my jeans
These women tryna scheme cause I look like Dawsons Creek
You say youve got them guns but Ive never seen you bang
You say youve got them drugs but Ive never seen you slang
You say youre in the game but Ive yet to see you play
You say youre going hard but nobody feels the same
You say youve got them guns but Ive never seen you bang
You say youve got them drugs but Ive never seen you slang
You say youre in the game but Ive yet to see you play
You say youre going hard but nobody feels the same, yeah |
Flawless, with my victories
You are now tuned into history
See the day that I go theyll be missin me
See rap bang complete, I am the missing piece
Legendary everything, I touch
Masterpiece every time we fuck
In the graveyard not rolling blunts
First ash to ash and then its dust to dust
Haunted house while I sleep inside
Dream catcher full of nightmares
That switchblade with your dreams beside
Wake up and Im right there
That hand comin out them shadows
One pinkie ring and its shinin
That car in front of your house at 4am
Thats me inside it
I be
Ridin |
Oh so glassy came up from ashy
Smelt your perfume when you walked past me
Heard my voice, said you like it raspy
In the bedroom when we get nasty
Back and forth with the blunt we passin
On the sheets thats where we be ashin
In the bed or the floor we dancin
Studio, or the streets, or manor
Up n away we go
I fly away with you
Lets my emotions show
Stay with you right or wrong
Ill never leave your side
Youll never leave me lone
Without you my lifes gone
With you im safe and strong
Oh so glassy came up from ashy
Smelt your perfume when you walked past me
Heard my voice, said you like it raspy
In the bedroom when we get nasty
Back and forth with the blunt we passin
On the sheets thats where we be ashin
In the bed or the floor we dancin
Studio, or the streets, or manor
Up n away we go
I fly away with you
Lets my emotions show
Stay with you right or wrong
Ill never leave your side
Youll never leave me lone
Without you my lifes gone
With you im safe and strong
I want you
I need you
I want you to stay right there for me
I want you
I need you
I want you to stay right here with me
It was the first time I saw you, girl
I knew you were the one
It was the first time I saw you, girl
I knew you were the one |
Bitches lay it down
Bitches lay it down
Bitches lay, Bitches lay, Bitches, Bitches lay it down
Lay it down on the ground if ya talkin bout me
Its that Cadillac swervin backwood burnin skinny white playing P
Imma kill em, Imma grill em
Put em in the grave and get the shovel
Burn me alive
Sleep in the rubble
Hang with gorillas I live in the jungle
10 toes down like Barney Rubble
Step too close imma burst yo bubble
Running that mouth and you gon get trouble
So many bitches but Bones dont love em
They say cuff em, They say buck em
Throw em in the trunk and fucking lock em
Mask on my face like a fucking doctor
Long ass hair like a fucking rocker
Never gon stop me
Never gon top me
Be out the window Roddy Shotty
So homebody, aint nobody fucking with me when it come to rhyming
Come to styling, Come to flowin bitch Im locked and fucking loaded
Bitch you know this Im the man
Step on the scene with the blade on my hand
Young Charles Manson, they think Im god
Body my feet when Im coming around
Turn yo water to Hennessy
Turn yo man to my enemy
All these diamonds, All this ice
Bitch I look like Vanilla Ice but twice as nice
And triple the steez
Young Conway with the dripped out beat
Im flexing a Motorola pager
Dripped Out Jesus Im that savior
Pulling out bangers I put you in danger
Right into obituary in the paper
Saw me earlier in the day thought I was just another stranger
Little did you know that later Id be the one to fucking yank ya
Now Im swangin lane to lane in a candy coded Chevy Blazer
Im bout pulling a mask up over my skull and balling through in a caper
Like JGRXXN Im about that paper
Shooting sharper than a razor
Living life like Its the 90s and Its 1998 trick
Masquerades Im 26 this Aryan skin up on my framework
Keeping that honey by my side yeah thats my little iager
Im on
The creek
Im creeping up to yo street
Got a blunt off in my hand wood but its comin for two less heat
Got the beat with the liq-weed
Mang, whats the deeds
If I beast fool then Im under earth I leave this place deceased
In the hallways and the cuts
In the crevice and the crease
If you make a wrong move then watch my murder rate increase |
We’re only here for so long
So short so hold on
Blink my eyes now I’m gone
Time it never stops
The look in your face says what’s wrong
You don’t gotta say a word, darling
I’m getting good at reading body, language if its yours
Plants sprouting in the garden
Stand with you till hell has fallen
Go to sleep I’ll keep you guarded
You are safe tonight
Truth of the matter is I’ll never leave
You just wait and see
I’ll never leave
You just wait and see
I’ll never leave
You just wait and see |
Fill up my cup
Roll up my blunt
She bout to OD
I feed her more drugs
She bout to black out
I tell her pop this
She say she too high
I say she aint shit
She say she need help
I say she need this
Roll up a blunt and then light up a flick
Lit the end and pass the back shit
She take a hit
I take a breath
That bitch strung out
That bitch almost dead
That bitch strung out
That bitch almost dead
She say she need some help
I say I need some head
That bitch strung out
That bitch almost dead
She say she need some help
I say I need some head |
Smokin these blunts by the water i swear that i float
Just like the waves when they build and they break and they crash on the side of a boat
Something like the sounds of the wind
Sitting down when the rocks sink in, moon up when the sun bent in
But its okay were still breathing tonight
human life
Its okay, Its okay, its not okay, its not okay, its not okay, its not okay
I follow close behind,
Fall in arms, let it all go, dont say a word and i wont let you go
Let me know let me now let me know right now, let me know right now
Let me know let me now let me know right now, do you need me here
SESH |
Blacked out, cashed out
I aint at the trap house
Bitch I’m at the bath house
Dont know how to act now
Always known to act out
Always want to lash out
Kickin raps, rollin’ fast, flickin off the ash now
Everybody wanna clap now
Drop it off your ass now
Show up to your dads house
Say click-clack take that ass out
I dont want a problem, all I want is what I need
Backwoods, water and a couple bricks of weed
I dont got a job but I get that money when I need
Couple things a week and Im straight up on my feet
Blacked out, cashed out
I aint at the trap house
Bitch Im at the bath house
Don’t know how to act now |
Lyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been released. |
Sunset, hazy eyes
Blunt light ice tonight
Everythings in sight
Everything feels so
Slow down, SESH
Slow down, SESH
Yeah
Sunset hazy eyes
Blunt light ice tonight |
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
BONES, SESH
Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder
We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of
Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her
Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve
Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder
We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of
Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her
Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve
Free my uncle Big Worm, he a south side legend
Saginaw where I saw my first brick at 7
Rest in peace Mikey Millions, pray all my dawgs go to Heaven
I just picked up some green dots, I just left 7-Eleven
I got homies down bad, I just left that yard
You aint gotta rap my name, you cant pull my card
All these rappers hella lame, youre not hood or hard
Youre not a trapper, not a scammer, not a pimp at all
You just get on the net, talk out the side of your neck
Same city you from they dont show you respect
Im in the game with a TEC, I got a whistle from the ref
In the trap cookin up, compliments to the chef
That pussy smell like flowers, now it smell like death
Gave her fresh out dick, had to put her to rest
Had to send her to prairie, acknowledge that Im blessed
Dont try me and be a victim like the rest
Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder
We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of
Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her
Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve
Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder
We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of
Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her
Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve
Saw you over there, now I know that I cannot trust you
Baby, I got too fucked up, I cannot fuck you
Even if I wasnt, I know that I shouldnt
Say your man wanna kill me, we both know that he couldnt
I got money in my pocket, I dont gotta check the tag
When I fly its on a PJ, dont gotta check the bag
Everything that you want is some shit that I have
Blue strips in my duffel, now my bag lookin sad
Bones never pop out, yeah you know that
Girl that you so in love with, she a throw back
Compact blowback
Take an opp, blow that
You just learned it, but I already know that
Skeleton king, graveyard god
If it aint money, its the fame yall want
Fake motherfuckers, thought I rained yall off
Now Im back just to erase yall off
Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder
We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of
Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her
Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve
Smoke a killer like Im fightin murder
We see you talkin, you boys is unheard of
Oh, thats your bitch? Probably why I curved her
Cause if she fuck with you, a nigga like me she dont deserve |
Im feeling this shit
Im killin this shit
Im 17 and I cant believe Im killin this shit
I put it down, for the Team thats SESH
, black heart in my chest
Its curtains, Im goin hard
Im makin racket
Dont give a fuck if youre not likin how Im actin
Youre not diggin how Im rappin
Ill be joking, youre not laughin
Im Th@ Kid, quit school and really did this rap shit
Christmas, light on
Mic with the light on
Red light, record, Kid goes, beast mode
All my friends back home, just cant believe they rise
Is he still doing this rap shit? Not a surpise
Cause they know, that its in me
And they know, this has been me
Since the first day in the basement
Kickin rap shit till the sun drops
Nigh falls, night calls tanqueray and sprite up
Night in the garage
Red smoke eye
The echo of everything I used to know |
Suicide, Sui-suicide, Sui-suicide, Suicide, Two-Tone
Bleedin with the roof gone
Bloody like a new like a new
Cutting like a coupon
Suicide Tendons just to make the wheel turn
Strike a match with my teeth just to let the weed burn
Ash, ash on my shirt, shoelace on my waist
Fiji water in my lap hydrated all day
SESH, SESHOLLOWATERBOYZ, live from the grave
Got my hair pinned back like the fucking Green Ranger
Young Chris Angel, trying to see my angle
Disappear in smoke then Im cash for some days
Rubber shoe sole, feel the pressure on the pavement
Pussy trying to be me, just be thankful
Riding in a camouflaged Bronco
Looking like the white Benny Blanco
Blades on me, got your bitch growing legs
And running away like ponyo flow like my jaw broke
Tom Hanks, no casting away
No shirt, my jaw broke, just blunts by the bay
Flow my jaw broke
Bales of the hays, snowflakes on the grave
Thats life back home where regrets got made
Life got faced when those guy broke
Shit got took and shit got sold
09 trucks in the yard
Brown carhartts when the cold gets harsh
Up town, D19, bitch Im coming out the dirt with a blade on me
Riding in a camouflaged Bronco
Looking like the white Benny Blanco
Blades on me, got your bitch growing legs
And running away like ponyo flow like my jaw broke
Flow like
Like my jaw broke
Flow like my jaw broke
Flow like |
Gold chain renegade
Kill the blunt then kill the stage
King of the underground, slangin all these mixtapes
Your whole sound bitch made, my shit rules
Im addicted to flowin I wake up and I act a fool
Young two thousand and four, in my white T yuh
Pants saggin out my ass goin high fee, yuh
Askin me if im high, well bitch i might be yuh
In my no brand shoes settin fire to some Nikes
Rock like diamonds, bars like Verizon
Rappin to prove all of you how not to be like em
Fuck every rapper in existence i dont like em
And if you dont like me, fuck ya i dont like ya
I could be your best friend or i could be the bully, the reason why your ass aint showin up to school
The night rap posse, backpack full of tools, duck tape grip hammer if your home need improvin
Got every sewer groovin from LA way down to Yuma
Kickin raps and makin moves gotta get me paid and get shit movin
Shower to a jacuzzi
Turn my TV to the movies
Turn my lent into some cash and get all of these cameras shooting
Pow, pow all these cameras shooting
Duck D-duck down, and just watch how they shoot me
Pow, pow all these cameras shooting
Now we bout to make a movie
SESH
Gold chain, gold chain renegade |
Yeah
When we were young wed always talk about gettin outta town
Now Im a little older and just look at me now
I got El
While they just remain slaves to gravity
Im tryna be the first star, from another galaxy
Astronomy, looking out the sun roof, pondering
The blunt gets passed to me flaming like Calgary
I gotta take the hit before it goes out
My lungs filled with smoke I blow a couple os out
Over to my girl now, shot-gunning the dope
Call it Xs and Os the way we tic-tac smoke
Its a cats game for you pussies when I aint tryin
Cause its meaner to get them thinking that they coulda won it
But that aint nothin, cause I am the bully of this hallway
The duke of the depths
The king of the rats
So Im always, reppin
If the cats start steppin
Throw a night rats salute
To show them in the veteran
I dont give a fuck, its apparent by my raps
Find me with the team, thats the SESH rap-pack
Back seats smoking
Seat flat back
Old fashion life, smoke white, lungs black
AttaBoy |
Tell the weed man pull up, the weeds all rolled up
Im high up, looking down, thinking of you
Tell the weed man pull up, the weeds all rolled up
Im smokin all alone, I dont need no crew
Tell the weed man pull up, the weeds all rolled up
Im high up, looking down, thinking of you
Tell the weed man pull up, the weeds all rolled up
Im smokin all alone, I dont need no crew
Days get short but the nights get longer
Pushing up the coast, Bones flow like the water
Earth on my toes, no shoes on my feet
Walking trough the dark with the world on freeze
Breeze in the trees now I dont wanna leave
The sky changes color now I dont wanna breath
Clouds roll in and the rain come down
Rollin up a bone while the water hit the ground
Leaves falling, old friends calling
Life keeps changing and the worlds revolving
Leaves falling, old friends calling
Life keeps changing and the worlds revolving
I dont wanna know what youre doing
I dont need to know where youre going
All I need is you for you to hold me
Close and
Sitting back, real flow, hand on the steering wheel
Like I dont give a damn where I go
Trunk full of bass and a blunt full of dro
Imma blow it in your face if you reach for the door
Why your team driving slow? - dont speak, I dont wanna know
Keep the small talk to a minimal, you aint talking guwop
How I notice tho, rain dont stop till I say so
Thoughts of a criminal, gotta get my pay, so
Two when I cruise through, this aint nothing new fool
Im tellin how it is and Im tellin how I do too
All about my bitch and you know Im bout my booze too
Pop another diz and pop that pussy like you used to
I dont wanna know what youre doing
I dont need to know where youre going
All I need is you for you to hold me
Close and
Just never let me go, keep me by your side
I want you to be mine
Leaves falling, old friends calling
Life keeps changing and the worlds revolving
Leaves falling, old friends calling
Life keeps changing and the worlds revolving |
I thought you said
You dont need to see my face
Anymore
So I close the door
These drugs in my veins
Highway to my brain
Just take me away
Drugged-out paint job
Inside, cocaine
Outside, Cobain
Got me sittin sideways
Got me sittin sideways
Blah, blah
Blah, blah
Isolated, smokin blunts like always
Came from ether rags in the hallways
Came from a woodshop in the woods
Get cut if you steppin out the line
Keep it thug
Uh, I know I got a fuckin resume
With the fuckin side of my brain
To keep my memories
No Glock in my jeans
Bitch, Im rollin with the blade
Im with the team so
Bitch, I got no problem
Ridin up on me
Bitch, you need to just holler
I dont need no dollars
Keep your contract
Cause I dont need dollars
I see your face
Every place I go |
Take his ass straight to a hospital
Im screamin dolla dolla bill yo
Pistol in the air route my mamas back window
Drugs never say no, fucks never gave those
Cops on my payroll, Im all about the bank row
Never does a day go by where I aint flow
Mind like an eight ball, spit like 8 flows
You pop like faygo, Im raw like quay loose
Stole the beat of me and watch me hit it like Babe Ruth, hit it like Jay Dupe, blunts poppin garbage bag
Young cardiac, catch a fuckin heart attack
Now my heart attack, I am never leavin rap
Leave my blunt at home, baby Ill be right back
Yea its like that, get high as nuts rollin another then we light that
You think its a game, you think its a game
Im feelin like Jordan in the 93 playoffs
Hit the fuckin jump shot then I fuckin lay up
Do it for the team throwin up the middle finger
Fuck you if you love us, love if you hate us
Too much makeup, pockets too caked up
Walk with the gangster lean I tell em drink up
Fresh up out the water just a young fuckin sea punk
Blunts by the seashore couldnt give a sea fuck |
Alley way lurking
Skinny white fuck with the lights so perfect
Wake up then Im working
Living fucking legend so these females smirking
Back of the limo
Tears on the pillow
Shed rather be with bones blowing Os playing Nintendo
She blowing on the cartridge
Me Im rolling bones up
Ashtray grave yard, howl till the moons up
Japanese animation on my laptop
castle on the screen give a fuck what
You gotta say, motherfuck your diamond chains
Fools gold on my neck till that bitch turn green
See the breeze, trees, feeling leaves on your feet
Day time turns night, strong winds get weak
Storm dies down, so high right now
Marvin Gaye playing loud in the cold background |
Were gathered here today
Not to mourn, but to celebrate
Ashes to ashes
Blunts to blunts
SESH
All black Glock 10 locked in the cockpit
Windows up white punk guttin blunts
Its t-h-@ sign BT if flatline
Dip that cell gate and the flow will give em flat ties
Never got rat ties
Shit is just a satire
Never been to church what the fuck is a rabbi
Been the kid since 13, I always hate to say Im that guy
Get that high speak mad rhymes you gotta heavy flow thats a fat lie
I can picture you when you write
Play a beat, say some things
And write em down like that rhymes
You a fuckin joke like hehe
Lol, brb, gotta kill the blunt, RIP
Ash to ash
Blunt to blunt
People live to sesh
I sesh to love huh |
I was a young boy in seventh grade
I got an invitation to a skate park with my friend
I love skating
I love the fat skateboard shoes then, still do now
So I said yes
Went to the damn skate park
Dropped in on the ramp
Everything was cool
Started off real nice
Real smooth
Went to the bowl
Oh no!
Went to drop in
Looked at my friend
I said I got this, Im going in
Set it up
Deep breath
Here we go
1-2-3 and... Ooh!
Crash!
Face to the rail!
Fuck!
My chipped tooth
Was born
Straight through the lip, had to get stitches too
Momma was so mad still made me go to school
I said Fuck!
They gon get me!
She said Well, you should have been careful
And thats how I got my chipped tooth, man
I got a cap on it now, you feel me?
Know what I mean?
Dental work, good dental work
Shouts out to my dentist
There it is
A lot of you guys wanted to know about that
Im glad I finally got that one off my chest
There ya go, end scene
He was a boy
He lied to his schoolmates
He was new in town, it was second grade
Unfortunately, he told the schoolmates he had a baby alligator
They figured out I was lying
They made fun of me a little bit
But I wouldnt really know, I, uh, I didnt go to lunch
I hid in the bathroom for like a month straight every lunch period
Cause I was afraid of, uh, admitting that I lied
And thats why Im such a piece of shit human
There ya have it guys
Two real stories
His is true, mine is true
Wait, you said an alligator? You said you had a lizard?
(I said I had a real alligator
I told everybody I had an alligator named Bubbles
I lied, Im sorry) |
Young Cleopatra
Bitch Im so flashy
Gold all over like a prince call me Aladdin
See rappin aint a habit, Im in it till the casket
My shit go hard and your shit go flaccid
Tragic, face it, your whole sound basic
My shit go bang you can hear it from the basement
Flows so faceman
Change and reshape shit
This aint a fuckin rap its a fuckin creation
This shit for the base heads
Get high off that basin
Your dude may talk shit, but I know hell never say shit
Blunt rolled, team here, we on that fuck dave shit
Nightrats, wrap pack, ya they be on that same shit |
Swishin the game
Grippin the grain
Takin the picture and flippin the frame
Blunts to the the face thats every day
Love it so much i might marry the Jane
Now fuck that, thats corny shit, but it rhyme right so i said it bitch
Im chillin bitch on my lavish shit, you aint no where close to my level bitch
Big minerals on my bitch
Fresh fruit, flood my plate
Stay out my rays like a freckle bitch
Cuz you are my son and i am your maker
Ridin scrapers, out in Vegas on the old strip goin 88
Too many drugs i think im bouta faint, but we got too many rolled i aint waitin
I aint bout praying
I aint bout makin up gods in my head to help me get through the day
I aint bout the rain I aint bout the pain
I kick hella raps and smoke hella weed
Thats just me, thats just SESH
18 and i get better like every day of my fuckin life
I got a million in my hand and its bouta take flight like |
Trippin, listen, the mind is like a gift its
Golden like Egyptian my scriptures are my addictions are simple but alone harder than nickle. I drown my lungs in blunt smoke
And make noises into a microphone and yall love it
Or hate it, whatever I still made it; still got high and hit record
Waking up and getting faded when I say the word SESH you
Better know its how Im living waking up to just to get the feeling of those instrumentations; that shits amazing
18 fucking years old, I cant believe Im this cold, Im this crack
Im this dope, Im this coke, I flip the toast
I burn one for the night rats roll one for the bite back roll another for the next sesh and roll another blunt for after that
Just a aftermath in my habitat. Blunt smoke in cash wraps; cash that then I pack that you ask last cause you ash last cause no we dont have a problem with passing we only ask that you ash it in the tray and not on the mattress, keep it classy
So classic |
Выхожу в окно
Я не знаю жизнь
Курю много, чтоб расстаться и забыть
Бесполезный фрик
Жалостливый вид
Заплачу тому, кто меня сможет пристрелить
А склизкий блант тащит меня в небеса
Больше не с тобой, можешь открывать глаза
Нотками минор я упаду вниз
От любви чернеет мой пустой и белый лист
Вернись в мрак, сука, перестань играть
Это не любовь, если суке нужен блант
Больше не с тобой, я не хочу жить
Просто отъебись и дай мне упасть вниз |
Ohhhh time and time and time again
Youve really been my only friend
Little did you know little did you know
You wanna die like gravity
Walking fucking travesty
Out the fucking back with me
I hope I never have to let her go
I hope I never have to let you go |
My minds a weapon
My mouth is too
My flow is semi-automatic on wax so rude
I, I get in the zone
Then I make it happen
Just a kid with a passion for rapping
I get in the zone, then I make it happen
Young kid with a knack for rapping
I put it down
For the team thats sesh
Green in between my keys, black heart in my chest
Im a young man with no remarks for women
Tell them if they got a plan pack your bags run with it
I gotta let you know something about me
I scream fuck the world loud with my jeans to my feet
I sag my pants and flip my cap backwards
Feeling like kid rock rocking like Fred Durst
I am the trouble maker youve been waiting for
My plan is bringing down all these non-originals
So, go dim the lights down draw the curtains down
Let them know we working now
Ima gut another blunt and blast another beat
And proceed to be the rapper I wanna be
Used to rap sweet sixteens when I was sixteen
Now I rap swisher sweets on beats for free
See, I aint made a penny yet, let alone a living
So Im living at my brothers and my parents on the weekends
Bless their souls, see they know whats coming
A couple mixtapes away from crowds chanting and jumping
I can see it now Th@ Kid surfing crowds
Cowabunga at the top my lungs, look at me now
Its the young teenage mutant ninja turtle
In the sewer with your women, got them moaning like Myrtle
Wait, wait
Let it soak for a second, Im seventeen rapping like an old hiphop legend
Uh, autobot, transform to the illest
All this buzz got me lifted killing all the statistics
Dropped out moved away started rapping
Now its to move to the top, faster than all these graduates
Im hazardous contaminated catheters
With battery acid for every priest and every cathedral
I fucking hate religion bad enough to make a laugh of it
I spot a lower case T on your chain, you must be out of it
Flow like alchemist, elemental power shit
Shape shifted to a throne just to watch them bow to me
I am the overseer, that mean you cant take a corner without me knowing
Yo, so
Go dim the lights down, draw the curtains
Let them know we working now
Ima gut another blunt then blast another beat
And proceed to be the rapper I wanna be
Yeah |