42Carats - BONES

Vince up on my tags, stay relaxed in knitted rags

My house is covered in Neiman bags, find me posted in the gash

With the lights off

Used to smoke that shit that’s smells just like Lysol

I never liked y’all

So I stay in my house, plottin' up on my couch

Don’t open up my mouth 'til I make sure the check don’t bounce

See when we steppin' out, don’t need no weapons out

I used to get left out, now I don’t need no extra clout

You and yours so extra’d out, that’s way too much you doin'

It’s way too far, you reach you better stretch before you pull it

Never see me out, I’m on a private route

Still hop the fences on the nights we used to hide it out

Now I just do me and they so quick to go and write it down

You can do the things I do but never be who I am now

In this bitch forever, 42 carats in my sweater

I’m ready, we set the bar like it’s heavy

Then go like Richard Petty

Every time I turn around, I see the same thing

I see the same faces, I see the same names

Every time I turn around, I see the same thing

I see the same faces, I see the same names