Bentley - BONES, Lyson

If you were to tell me I’d be at where I’m at now

Back in Howell, I’d had said, «You in denial now»

It’s like a fallen star fell into my hands

Almost got El a Bentley but he said he like the Benz now

Lookin' all around at my team, ain’t no friends

Just brothers, for my blood, I would take one to the head

It’s the lord of the dead, it’s the prince of the tomb (Tomb)

Pimp named Bones, butterfly be the tool (What?)

Cristal poppin', smokin' dope in the pool (Pool)

Ain’t familiar with the game?

You can read it on the jewels

I love the road but it’s nice bein' home

The fruits of my labor on the line, hold the phone

Weapon in the back (Back), steppin' to the front (Front)

Money on my mind, I’ma do just what I want (Want)

Bitch you gettin' packed (Packed), fuckin' with the skeleton

Get your man sent to hell, fold 'em like I’m mailin' 'em

Weapon in the back (Back), steppin' to the front (Front)

Money on my mind, I’ma do just what I want (Want)

Bitch you gettin' packed (Packed), fuckin' with the skeleton

Get your man sent to hell, fold 'em like I’m mailin' 'em (Who is that?)

Creepin' out the door, a quick reminder, gotta knock him out

Diamonds iridescent, neck and wrist lookin' like a waterfall

Soldiers at my beck and call, Bones never fled at all

Better tread lightly, road is icy, you might slip and fall

Who you think you foolin'?

We coolin', pop up and X 'em out

You not even a blip on my radar, you’re late, now cut it out

Hunker down, buckle up, I’ma take you on a ride

Hundred days, hundred nights, see you make it out alive

BeanNighe, waitin' in the riverbed (Bed)

Thinkin' back on life, shit was so simple then

Then again, I ain’t have much to live for (For)

The day I die, I’ll find out what I was here for

Weapon in the back (Back), steppin' to the front (Front)

Money on my mind, I’ma do just what I want (Want)

Bitch you gettin' packed (Packed), fuckin' with the skeleton

Get your man sent to hell, fold 'em like I’m mailin' 'em

Weapon in the back (Back), steppin' to the front (Front)

Money on my mind, I’ma do just what I want (Want)

Bitch you gettin' packed (Packed), fuckin' with the skeleton

Get your man sent to hell, fold 'em like I’m mailin' 'em