WeKnewItWouldntBeLong - BONES

The mainstream out of kings so they look to us

Papers in their face, I tell em' we ain’t in no rush

Yet to try, so I mean it bitch, you ain’t seen much

I ain’t where they sell shit, I’m where they cook it up, damn

Ridin' in the eight passenger van, whole team un-employed, but get paid in

advanced

You bend your back working hard for a gram, bitch I make three O’s before I

break this O in half

Bet I come through with my team and make it smoke like it don’t work

Bitch you see me, want to follow like I’ll lead you to the work

But I’ll leave you in the earth, 517 'till it hurt

Don’t go nowhere unfamiliar unless you like the feel of dirt

Wanna buy what we made but we ain’t sellin'

I can see it in yo face, you ain’t no felon

Wanna buy what we made but we ain’t sellin'

I can see it in yo face, you ain’t no felon

Chains bangin' around my neck, cus we got money now

Pulled up blowin' dope under the freeway

Team wild, they don’t know how to behave

Say the word and we at where he stay

Play predator fake and be the prey

Phone buzzin, re-up, been three days

Free shippin' on my dope like Ebay

Too many blunts, sesh looking like a replay

The reason that these pussy boys glitch, freeze frame

I don’t expect respect, so when you see SESH, just protect 'ya neck

I really mean it, protect 'ya neck

Both hands on your throat, like you’re begging for breath

Like you’re begging for Brett

Brett Favre, Mr. uh, Favre I presume