BONES Lyrics

That shit you was saying, that shit is basic, shit you was saying, that shit is wasted, god damn I'm wasted, yeah

So I said girl what's up, I don't really feel none of that pressure, shawty, can you just fess up, I don't wanna do one night extra

Wish I would've just left you alone, now I'm packing the bone, think about all that happened along, this path that I'm on, god damn, yeah

Back to the basics, new relation between me and money, we built the basement up to stare at something, we built the music up to care about something

But stress about bullshit I've been thinking bout, the pressure I'm giving rappers same amount, as much as Izzy Adesanya bank account, yeah

How'd I get so talented? I don't know bout you but I'm down on two, can I rock with you? I just need some time to pay my dues, can I get mine too?

All y'all been ditching the money, I'm looking for something a dime in a dozen, I wonder who run it, I'll kick em' and dump it, the number one record, that shit gon' get bumping

I'm up in the digits, upping in the score, overtime, can I get my check, talk my shit, wonder what it's like to not be this, god damn

I wonder what it's like to not be this god

Damn, yeah, wonder what it's like to not make hits, god damn

Knock it out the park like Prince, this shit is a slam, this shit is real, not fake, doing shit with no hands

In it like Roscoe, ladies, this your jam, this shit your jam and this shit a favorite, one of my greatest hits

Ride around like I'm on the A-list list, feeling me like I'm on the playlist list, outside smoking on the greatest spliff

Whipping a Mazda with the greatest kit, flipping a profit on you hating ass, show me your new shit, I'ma say pass, stay mad, I'm going off a track

Playback, look at my highlights, did a playback, looking at my life, you can say that, look at this wild life, it's a racetrack

I'm in the lead by a couple a laps, I'm in the seat like a F1 driver, I'm in the deep end like a scuba diver, back on the weekend, baby, you and I was

Ight'

Take me back to Croatia, stone path with no eighths, laid back on my tape, thought I'd laugh it off to the bank, yeah

Ayy, but look at me now, I'm minimalistic, I just need a dime, so militaristic, I christen the Kyle, spin up the dial

Let that beat blow back them speakers, yeah, that's just my feature, turn them pages, get that message, this that OG beeper

Call my bro like this my Nina, found my Santeria, pin that shot, it's upper 90, while they rock them bleachers

So I said, girl, what's up, I don't really feel none of that pressure, shawty, can you just fess up, I don't wanna do one night extra

I wish I would've just left you alone, now I'm packing the bone, think about all that happened along, this path that I'm on, goddamn, yeah

Goddamn