Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger Play dirty, they never told you that life’s fair Made bands off my dreams, started with a nickel and a nightmare The Reaper tryina slice you with his sickle out your Nike Airs Your eyes to the sky looking for God, but he right here In the flesh, do what you do with that Know the Laws of Power, don’t get too attached In tune with the tool that I use to clap At you niggas first, fuck shootin’ back It’s fucked up when somebody you love usin’ crack It’s kinda like suicide – you can’t get used to that Still at the table with the apple bags of basils Miami ice, throwaway phone, filthy paper Did dirt from upstate to the Ave in Jamaica Life’s a bitch with a fat ass and Fenty makeup That she wear to hide the scars from her life of danger Nothing stays the same, even your day ones will change up The dagger in your back don’t always come from a stranger Designer garments in the closets, swingin’ on the hanger Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip You always gon' be broke 'cause you made 5 and spent 6 Ain’t doin’ somethin’ for nothin’, nigga, my time expensive Rhyme relentless, like Robert Beck when I pen shit Your girl give me gobble-neck, but never get a mention My streak like 110 wins and countin’ When I'm done, my face etched in stone on a mountain You fools ain’t amountin’ to nothin’, so they hate I ain’t livin’ the life they lead, so honestly I can’t relate This the machete to the head of the snake burn him at the stake Teach him never double cross the hand that fed him a plate Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip Skeleton bones, pistol and chrome, clips for the banger Gats extended, blowin’ kush blends out the Benz whip