Indiana Jones Lyrics

Im just tempting them to bury me alive

Now I just want what Ive come for

Dont waste my time

Yeah yeah

Been beat down and yet still Im in my prime

Yeah yeah

Cross me then I might just end your fucking life

Running out the way

It ain't safe

I stay out of sight

I go set it straight

We dont play

If you ain't my type

Want my artifacts then ill be straight

Tryna find my light

We MIA

At a place that no one will find

Hey Imma run through my opps

With an alias like Mr Jones

When I pass through the block

Let me handle this shit on my own

Meeting up at the drop

Fuck up the spot my covers blown

Ill still come out on top

Blood sweat and tears into my bones

Its all looking too familiar

Its in the family

I want the candy

I aint worried bout the figure

Baby a baddie and I gotta have her

She got looks that could kill you

Ill change my ways but I want the treasure

Turn me into a chameleon

Because thats the way that Ive been built

Why you tempting me

Good luck tryna keep track of my temper

Knock me ill still get the fuck up

I ain't afraid to offend you

You spoke down on my fam

Caught up in a fender bender

Fuck your sorry

Put that in the mail and return it to sender

Double cross me I promise your dead to me

Turnt up

Turn the dial to destiny

Burnt up

Got the heat in my weaponry

They my sons

I should get a vasectomy

Im raiding this crusade

Im tryna save a fucking long lost memory

Leave them shook

They decided to step to me

Cook a scheme like its my little recipe yeah

Hey Imma run through my opps

With an alias like Mr Jones

When I pass through the block

Let me handle this shit on my own

Meeting up at the drop

Fuck up the spot my covers blown

Ill still come out on top

Blood sweat and tears into my bones

Play with the stick like a drum line

Little bitch say Im not big deal

But I got indie in my bloodline

Life is nothing but a runtime

Till it runs out

Got the guns out

Snoop around see what you fucking find

I stay one step ahead

A ghost in your head an I could run you out your mind

I pull up at the drop

Tryna outdo myself till Its turnt up a notch

My temple of doom know I come from the spot

With that boom boom boom

Way I blow through the opps

Fuck it run that back

Im too real

Im fucking nostalgic

Im the one or whatever you called it

Want the gold

I aint here for the talking

Cold hearted Im sick and Im starving

I need a medic

Bad bitch she provide me a relic

I would rather die than have to sell it

The story better if Im still here to tell it

Yeah

Old soul like Harrison Ford

Old foes they want all the rewards

On all fours with they ear to the doors

They all fold from what I got in store

I just send them the code

Heart of gold but got a venomous soul

Strike a blow then I set it in stone

Think that Im reaching my end of the road

Indiana Jones