[Intro]

Yeah

Buckroll, Buckroll, Buckroll, Buckroll

[Verse]

Two way street of respect, I’m keeping things up in check

I know they bleeding finesse, ain’t genuine it’s a bet

Some ain’t leaving the nest, ain’t got no wings trying jet

With me, secrets is kept, I could be leaking the mess

Peeping the specs of demons in chest

Fiending for rest but never move to improve or invest

Who influenced ya chess? yo maneuvers ain’t vet

Stupid in fact, fluent attacks, bruising ya back

Stabbers and actors mastered the craft of lucrative cap

After the math, it’s only best, who get the sack

Quartering back, on 4th down, we going for that

They scoring for less, whoring ain’t blessed, ignoring the threats

I’m fresh up in the game, I cleaned the stains, I was bleeding pain

Til I went to feed my lane, not praying to God had me insane

Pictures in frames, they appeared through the grain

No visions to fail, touched the braille, then I won me a gain

But I loss love for the gang, still loving the game

This ain’t bout no fame, bout yo pivot and range

Slippage brings strange thoughts cause when it pours, it reigns

Allures get changed and reassurance sure don’t tame

My gut feeling, it was us in it, til it was tough in it

I’m cut different and no supplements heal it, it’s up with it

Ion trust niggas, nor bitches

Going with my core feelings, in the studio, I record feelings

Niggas blitzed, they go against it, form and mix it, Mr. Coalition

We need no additions, my door is more efficient

Pour and sip it, pick it, poison in it, we mean more than business

Score to finish, can’t remorse on business, cause the floor is finished

Scorch and hit em, go and get em, we front door and kill em

No IDs up on the scene, Geez, all we need is venom

Breathe, half of em dead, Believe, half of em fed

Cheese, half of em feds, Gs, Chiefs, hit up my —

21 main members, I can mention that

Please don’t make me send for that, G, you got defense for that?

My lineage, got bombers that dismembered that

Armored through the chit chat, blitz that, fuck his Max

Fuck it, where them members at? The split was super imminent

Hurting, where September at? Only got love for the dead guys, remember that

Fuck it, like where Emma at, I still love the women back

Flicked up with Timesha, shit we been a stack

All the cap, I’m hearing that, my name, they wanna smear and bap

Put in pain, I’m clearly stamped, try me on the internet

But niggas won’t near clap, no applause or fitted hat

El Rukns come and slumber that, like a lumberjack

Chopping shit down, no running now, it’s a hundred rounds

Niggas left underground, leave em like my humble sounds

Til niggas really blow up, Common niggas mad I showed up

Guess I ain’t showed enough cause they won’t approach us, yeah they know wassup

[Outro]

Stone To The Bone?

Yup

This one of the Originals

1965, Bullstone my mans

My Uncle

Papa Stone, how you gone die?

Huh?

How you gone die

I don’t know

I don’t know when Ima die

How Ima die

Where Ima die

I’m dying Blackstone

To the Bone?

Til the bone Playa

Yessuh