B.B.N.E.

[Intro: Teller Bank$]
Fuck, alright, I’m ready

[Verse 1: Teller Bank$]
Uh, made my son the product of a broken home
So I gotta make sure I’m never broke
Even if a nigga gotta bust the chrome till the chrome smoke
Smoke grows
Rose like roses outta asphalt
Took advantage of the crack they gave us
Manual labor, don’t suit me if ain’t tailored
The shaman curse like a sailor
Ride around like the fucking mayor
Waving the sprayer
And sprayin like (dududududududududududu, damn, uh)
In the wild just like Chris McCandless
Sleep with the hammer like charging my amethyst
Extort ya managеrs, keep a black candle lit
Step in the officе and offed em, uh
I’m lost, I might lose it, I lost it, uh
I'm awfully awesome, uh, I’m awesomely awful, uh
No more amor en mi casa, uh
Sorta sorcerer soarin'
Foreigners' syrup I poured in a bottle accordin'
To all my problems from tallest to smallest in that order
Transporter 'cross the borders
For really real, I ain’t just recordin'
Lotta these niggas be transformers
Lotta these niggas got bad karma
Lotta these niggas got bad fathers
Why a nigga like me gotta rob em
Why I gotta teach em why I gotta reach em
A prophet told me I would be a preacher
Preacher told me not to fear no demons
But in my mirrors that’s all I’m seein' like

[Chorus: Teller Bank$]
Pinky rings don’t know ya name
Bulletholes don’t know ya name
That chain don’t know ya name
Those pained don’t know ya name
My mama don’t know ya name
My gang don’t know ya name
And a soldier's aim keep em focusing on-
Wait, who the fuck you?
Ay
Do this shit, gon' do it right
Throw ya hands up, block the light
From the grooviest nigga moving this
Might catch a glimpse what the realest like
Hang lil homie
Sang lil homie
If they came lil homie
(What would you die for?)

[Verse 2: Mckinley Dixon]
Uh, fuck all them niggas that said they once knew me
Yah, yah, yah
Y’all is my fam, but I use that term loosely
Yah, yah, yah
'Cause of y'all niggas I turned to the new me
Block gon' end up like a mom and pop shop in a movie
Where the villain black
Peel em back
Sealing dat
Keep ya heart intact
We gon' do this shit til the feeling back
I suppose, he rose
Think Jesus and niggas a gang to those that opposed?
Creepin' and lurkin' inside of they homes
Praying he’d kneel to the ground to his toes
Really my nigga, you sleep
What do you seek?
Storing my sunlight for darkness that gon' come and last the whole week
Even though future is bleak, I really, really really
Really, really, really, really, really, really, really can’t let niggas see that I'm weak
Keepin’ it at my peak
'Cause I’m not stopping till the president got accents all up in her name
Pardon all her niggas' pain
Every cop that out here slaying
Gon' get slain wit the quickness
Crucifixion on front of my caddy
Hurt so badly, call for Jesus
Now I’m gon' curse his daddy
Like goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Hit me
Why mama tell me not hang wit homies?
I got angels wit me
Goddamn
Niggas stealing my youth
But she and I argued 'bout being a man, what's my excuse?
Goddamn
Might cop the necklace 'cause them plays been racking up
Goddamn
Might cop that necklace
Just 'cause it's the black in us
Goddamn
We tearing yo crown down
So we can have something for brown babies when we not around
'Cause

[Chorus: McKinley Dixon]
Pinky rings don’t...
Bulletholes don’t...
That chain don’t...
Those pained don’t...
My mama don’t...
My gang don’t...
Ay
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pinky rings don’t...
Bulletholes don’t...
That chain don’t...
Those pained don’t...
My mama don’t...
My gang don’t...
For the homies

[Outro]
Yeah
For the homies
For the homies
For the homies
Yeah
For the homies