TimeUnderTension

[Verse 1]
I'm doing mental jumping jacks until failure, I'm like the mayor in my town (Yeah)
Without BONES, you would've never heard of Howell (No)
But motherfuck the past, I'm focused on right now
Could shut my eyes and tell you when you die, who, what, where, and how
It's the reaper's son-in-law, intentional with the fouls
Went from Th@ Kid to BONES and then burned the game down
I was busy getting my sound right, all you do is sound-bite
Respect, I'm making millions, but we know just who you sound like

[Verse 2]
I was bumping off that Richter scale, my mental, it was broke
I was picked by the rеaper, bitch, this life, it wasn't chose
Bitch, it chosе me, chose up
Bentley or the Rolls truck
Motherfuck a Rover
I pull up in that— pull up in that—
Yeah, yeah, yeah, black hearse, make 'em hurt
BONES throwing up that 517, that's that dirt
Nextel on me chirp, what's popping, who got a problem?
I was broke, we made it work, crowbar for the guala

[Outro]
I put my blunt down like, "Baby, I'll be right back"
I put my foot down like, "Yes, bitch, it's like that"
I put my blunt down like, "Baby, I'll be right back"
I put my foot down like, "Yes, bitch, it's like that"