[Intro]
Yeah
Buckroll, Buckroll, Buckroll, Buckroll
[Verse]
Two way street of respect, I’m keeping things up in check
I know they bleeding finesse, ain’t genuine it’s a bet
Some ain’t leaving the nest, ain’t got no wings trying jet
With me, secrets is kept, I could be leaking the mess
Peeping the specs of demons in chest
Fiending for rest but never move to improve or invest
Who influenced ya chess? yo maneuvers ain’t vet
Stupid in fact, fluent attacks, bruising ya back
Stabbers and actors mastered the craft of lucrative cap
After the math, it’s only best, who get the sack
Quartering back, on 4th down, we going for that
They scoring for less, whoring ain’t blessed, ignoring the threats
I’m fresh up in the game, I cleaned the stains, I was bleeding pain
Til I went to feed my lane, not praying to God had me insane
Pictures in frames, they appeared through the grain
No visions to fail, touched the braille, then I won me a gain
But I loss love for the gang, still loving the game
This ain’t bout no fame, bout yo pivot and range
Slippage brings strange thoughts cause when it pours, it rains
Allures get changed and reassurance sure don’t tame
My gut feeling, it was us in it, til it was tough in it
I’m cut different and no supplements heal it, it’s up with it
Ion trust niggas, nor bitches
Going with my core feelings, in the studio, I record feelings
Niggas blitzed, they go against it form and mix it, Mr Coalition
We need no additions, my door is more efficient
Pour and sip it, pick it, poison in it, we mean more than business
Score to finish, can’t remorse on business, cause the floor is finished
Scorch and hit em, go and get em, we front door and kill em
No IDs up on the scene, Geez, all we need is venom
Breathe, half of em dead, Believe, half of em fed
Cheese, half of em feds, Gs, Chiefs, hit up my —
21 main members, I can mention that
Please don’t make me send for that, G, you got defense for that?
My lineage, got bombers that dismembered that
Armored through the chit chat, blitz that, fuck his Max
Fuck it, were them members at? The split was super imminent
Hurting, where September at? Only got love for the dead guys, remember that
Fuck it, like where Emma at, I still love the women back
Flicked up with Timesha, shit we been a stack
All the cap, I’m hearing that, my name, they wanna smear and bap
Put in pain, I’m clearly stamped, try me on the internet
But niggas won’t near clap, no applause or fitted hat
El Rukns come and slumber that, like a lumberjack
Chopping shit down, no running now, it’s a hundred rounds
Niggas left underground, leave em like my humble sounds
Til niggas really blow up, Common niggas mad I showed up
Guess I ain’t showed enough cause they won’t approach us, yeah they know wassup
[Outro]
Stone To The Bone?
Yup
This one of the Originals
1965, Bullstone my mans
My Uncle
Papa Stone, how you gone die?
Huh?
How you gone die
I don’t know
I don’t know when Ima die
How Ima die
Where Ima die
I’m dying Blackstone
To the Bone?
Til the bone Playa
Yessuh