Molotov

BONES in the house, the roof is on fire
Spit gasoline, D-19 messiah
(Whickr-whickr) boy, I came back to spite 'em
Ain't nobody higher, my lighter will help guide 'em

To a whole new layer, you dare, but you just can't
My whole life was spent in the boot camp for the damned
Your two cents is worthless, makin' me nervous
Heard your shit, it's like you're tryin' to be wack on purpose

Proficient in killin' off every wack MC
And it'll stay that way until I D-I-E
Almost been ten years since I came on the scene
And ain't a motherfucker ever try to step to me

(Back again with something new to hate)
They know the biz, they know just who it is
(Back again with something new to hate)
Try their best but they cannot defend
(Back again with something new to hate)
They know the biz, they know just who it is
(Back again with something new to hate)
Try their best but they cannot defend

Just like Ponyboy, I stay golden
Neck, hands, wrist, every ring be frozen
Anytime that you see BONES, just know I'm holdin'
Aromatic rollin', smokin' and chokin'
100 spoke rims on the 64 pokin'
Kickin' this game for free, you just do this shit for tokens

Money, fame, and whatever it brings
All I see is depleted minds when I look at the scene
Just some drugged out pussies that simply couldn't handle
Stepping up to BONES, let alone holdin' the candle
But I am numb to this stuff as I huff, and I puff, and I blow down these blunts (what?)

(Back again with something new to hate)
They know the biz, they know just who it is
(Back again with something new to hate)
Try their best but they cannot defend
(Back again with something new to hate)
They know the biz, they know just who it is
(Back again with something new to hate)
Try their best but they cannot defend



Credits
Writer(s): O'connor Elmo Kennedy
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