OpenHouse ​drew the architect & Bones

[Verse]
We were thirteen, scrappin' cans for a dollar, dollar
We was in the freezing cold, could barely buy a bottle, bottle
Bumpin’ Speaker Knockerz since a basement dwellin' scholar
K2 make 'em holla, Central Ave, bitch, whats poppin’?
Wanna be a baller, shot caller?
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Went gold like I'm Asmon, and I call my blade McConell
Every point I got is hollow, go back up to every album
Weapons skinny like a model, got 'em throwin' up
Bitch, stop askin' about the tour, you know we tore it up
Sold out dates, I don't pull up in a Wraith
Whip a candy-painted hearsе, turn the concert to a wake (What?)
Whitе trash, Jansport white bag
Amplified racks and mummified ram
My hands gon' fight back, my weapon is too close
When I was down bad, bitch, I would've did you gross
Pull up both in the snow
5.56 make ’em hang their jersey up
In a rut, then I erupt
Bitch, my chain made of lava, I’m smokin' volcanic blunts

[Outro]
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