WeKnewItWouldntBeLong BONES

Part 1

[Intro]
What? What?

[Verse]
The mainstream out of kings so they look to us
Papers in their face, I tell 'em we ain't in no rush
Yet to try, so I mean it, bitch, you ain't seen much
I ain't where they sell shit, I'm where they cook it up, damn
Ridin' in the eight-passenger van
Whole team unemployed but get paid in advance
You bend your back working hard for a gram
Bitch, I make three O's before I break this O in half
Bet I come through with my team and make it smoke like it don't work
Bet you see me, want to follow, like I'll lead you to the work
But I'll leave you in the earth, 517 'til it hurt
Don't go nowhere unfamiliar 'less you like the feel of dirt

[Chorus]
Wanna buy what we made but we ain't sellin'
I can see it in yo' face, you ain't no felon
Wanna buy what we made but we ain't sellin'
I can see it in yo' face, you ain't no felon

Part 2