ChatLog

I know what you said, Bones got the chat logs

Soft, but they act hard, I see through that act, oh, oh

In the Vette, oh, oh

Breakin' necks

I died on the cross, I live with regrets

See 'em chasing after checks

Me, I never break a sweat

Feet up at the finish

Breakin' bones to the neck

I light when it's dark, I like when it's dark

Night vision with precision, of the high in the dark

Trees weep when I walk

Birds drop when I talk

Clouds part when I park my hearse up in the lot

Have peace where they not

I'm clean off the block

I leave, they bleed, I cease through the plot (what?)

Should've never tried me, seen me in that light, freeze

Put 'em on hold, have them on the other line, please

Rocks in the time-piece, two Glocks, Siamese

You are now tuned to the last of the dying breed (yeah)

Fuck, what?

Really could give a fuck less if it ain't 'bout Sesh

Died, made a cross, it on my neck, got that Anna up on my chest

I need to get it off

Young juvy with that toolie

Watch me set it off

I'll be the best of all

Time blind from the shine, rollie rock, it hit rewind

Slo-mo, fofo, Bones on the Alpine

Recline, lay back

45 on my lap

That ain't this and this ain't that

And when I say it, that's that