B.B.N.E. (feat. Teller Bank$)

(Verse 1: Teller Bank$)

Fxck alright, I'm ready

Uh, made my son the product of a broken home

So I gotta make sure I'm never broke

Even if a nigga gotta bust the chrome till the chrome smoke

Smoke grows

Rose like roses outta asphalt

Took advantage of the crack they gave us

Manual labor, don't suit me if ain't tailored

The shaman, curse like a sailor

I ride around like the mayor

Waving the sprayer

And sprayin like (dududududududududududu)

In the wild just like Chris mccandless

Sleep with the hammer like charging my amethyst

Extort ya managеrs, keep a black candle lit

Step in the officе, offed em

I'm lost, I might lose it, I lost it

I'm awfully awesome, I'm awesomely awful

No more amor in mi casa

Sorta sorcerer soarin

Foreigners syrup I poured in a bottle accordin

To all my problems tallest to smallesrt in that order

Transporter go across borders forreal I ain't just recordin

Lotta these Niggas be transformers

Lotta these niggas got bad karma

Lotta these niggas got bad fathers

That's why a nigga Like me gotta rob em

Why I gotta teach em why I gotta reach em- a prophet told me I would be a

Preacher- preacher told me not to fear no demon- but in my mirrors that's all I'm

Seein like

(Chorus)

Pinky rangs don't know ya name

Bullet holes don't know ya name

That chain don't know ya name

Those pained don't know ya name

My mama don't know ya name

My gang don't know ya name

And a soldiers aim

Keep em focusing on

Wait, who the fxck you

Ay

Do this shxt

Gone do it right

Throw ya hands up

Block the light

From the grooviest

Nigga moving this

Might catch a glimpse

What the realist like

Hang lil homie

Sang lil homie

If they came lil homie

What would you die for?

(Verse 2: Mckinley Dixon)

Uh, fxck all them niggas that said once knew me

Y'all is my fam, but I use that term loosely

Uh, cause of ya'll niggas I turned to the new me

Block gone end up like a mom and pop shop in a movie

Where the villain black

Peel em back

Sealing dat

Keep ya heart in tact

We gone do this shxt til the feeling back

I suppose, he rose

Think Jesus and niggas a gang

To those that opposed?

Creeping and lurkin inside of they homes

Praying he'd kneel

Or the ground touch his toes

Really my nigga, you sleep

What do you seek

Storing my sunlight

For darkness that gone come and

Last the whole week

Even though, future is bleak

I really, really really, can't let niggas see that I'm weak

Keepin' it at my peak

Cause, I'm not stopping till the president got accents all up in her name

Pardon all her niggas pain

Every cop that out here slaying

Gone get slain

Wit the quickness

Crucifixion

On front of my caddy

Hurt so badly

Call for jesus

Now I'm gone curse his daddy

Like god damn

God damn

God damn

God damn

Hit me

Why mama tell me not hang wit homies

I got angels wit me

God damn

These niggas stealing my youth

But she and I just argued bout being a man, whats my excuse

God damn

Might cop the necklace cause them plays been racking up

God damn

Might cop that necklace

Just cuz it's the black in us

God damn

We tearing yo crown down

So we can have something for brown babies

When we not around

Cause

Pink rangs don't

Bullet holes don't

That chain don't

Those pained don't

My mama don't

My gang don't

Ay

Pink rangs don't

Bullet holes don't

That chain don't

Those pained don't

My mama don't

My gang don't

For the homies

Yeah

For the homies