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