[Verse 1: Pouya]
Baby Bone back on the scene, it's like I never left
I had to take a break from hoes breathing down my neck
ALL BUT 6, the set, I rep until I rest
Smoke filling up my chest, my life is such a mess
Grippin' a 9 millimeter, I'ma lead 'em a leader
My brothers coming with me, oh-no, here we go again
Don't pretend like you love me when the money's coming in
I been through the rain, the ring of the pain
Thou shall my enemies and leave 'em in vein
Bang, bang, for the boy to put a hole in your brain
I been pacing back and forth, I think I'm going insane
All this fame obtained don't mean a thing, one deep in a Range
I'm headed straight to the bank with my FTP bag
Glock and a mask finna blast on your ass
Half-Evil on my back, I need a pack from Sam
Hit the road put another million dollars in my head
Get it, split it, get a band
Feel like Juicy make her dance, for the bands
Baby Bone, middle finger to the man
You know I stand on my business
I feel like Tom whenever I'm on a mission
Talking sideways, intermissive
Fuckboys slippin', now you duck in your grave
Rappers get wet tryna ride my wave
Miami, Dade Florida boy still stuck in his ways
Singing to the reaper as I'm counting my days
Baby Bone back on the scene, it's like I never left
I had to take a break from hoes breathing down my neck
ALL BUT 6, the set, I rep until I rest
Smoke filling up my chest, my life is such a mess
Grippin' a 9 millimeter, I'ma lead 'em a leader
My brothers coming with me, oh-no, here we go again
Don't pretend like you love me when the money's coming in
I been through the rain, the ring of the pain
Thou shall my enemies and leave 'em in vein
Bang, bang, for the boy to put a hole in your brain
I been pacing back and forth, I think I'm going insane
All this fame obtained don't mean a thing, one deep in a Range
I'm headed straight to the bank with my FTP bag
Glock and a mask finna blast on your ass
Half-Evil on my back, I need a pack from Sam
Hit the road put another million dollars in my head
Get it, split it, get a band
Feel like Juicy make her dance, for the bands
Baby Bone, middle finger to the man
You know I stand on my business
I feel like Tom whenever I'm on a mission
Talking sideways, intermissive
Fuckboys slippin', now you duck in your grave
Rappers get wet tryna ride my wave
Miami, Dade Florida boy still stuck in his ways
Singing to the reaper as I'm counting my days
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