KELLEY

40 bones for the coat on the shoulders
Pushing boulders moving down the line
Big tip toes cold water opened eyes
Jack Frost with the sled tread through the skies
I put the pen to the pad, drew the lines
White, red striped bag with the blue behind
8th grade year when the crew aligned
Now we smoke fat Thrax and drink at KI
Staring at the rain water lake from the view of the cliff
Ten toes in the sand and I'm tuning the spliff
Big Ben's in the tube and the ooze in the ditch
Drove a big white van keys glued to the hip
No, I ain't new to this
Young Chunk stand tall and it's true as a bitch
I had to wipe down walls with the movement of fish
At the cut like "Aw, she going to ruin the sesh"
Big jeep doing donuts, kicking up the dirt
Bruce Lee posing cliff diving in my shirt
Oops he rolled another spliff they gonna burn
Cones thats colder than the tip of mother earth
From the sidelines where I watched my whole life
Bitch I got nine lives and I ordered raw mice
"Cheddar Activists" started taking off in one night
Waking up to 8K views and the likes too
Starting thinking that I'm nice dude
Chunky flickered on a spark like a light do
Can't forget to credit sledge he brought the fiest too
Gave birth to the Bipper that's the child who

Who got this shit started, I moved onto "Galactus*"
And from that day forth you won't catch Boner lacking
Glove full of rocks like what Tyson was packing
I've got the cup with Ciroc I'm enticing my habits
30 tracks in chamber fuck you thank
Neck kissed in gold and my reefer stank
Rocked bitch tits til the ninth grade
Chunk cut from the aches in your migraines
Moon-rocks huddled tight, light it up, flames
Cat bag with the stripes like a highway
Move like double dice rolling my way
I'm smooth but troubled by summertime days