sesh fucking with bones so you already know take em back home to the roads that i know sleep where you sleep and you die where you born fuck what you know and fuck what you ve been told shaved hair running through the snow boy with the frostbit skull now i m back just to tell em once more the young white mac came back with the flow never had money or hometown pride every night ride like tonight we die town fucked up so the kids fucked up everything cash from the views to the drugs looking at the world only way they know how throw away the time til they throw you in the ground i don t like you i don t like your friends i hope you never like me let s not pretend looking at the ones at the so called top looking at us for the so called props try to take sound but you can t take style can t replicate nothing that we done get around move up out the way kill yourself today i hope you know the money that you makin ain t a thing bitch3