Stack the bones up On and off the clock Left the refrain cold lined in chalk Yellin’ “Bird Dog” On and off the dock Make the six by six dip And the speakers knock Don’t make me pull up in my turtleneck Like you ain’t never heard of Nick Like mans in "Spectre" ish I’m stylin’ with every inch Coming for commercial checks And flyin on commercial jets The only game is progress The every time we come with next I got prosciutto and some basil With tomato on a sourdough Sour ho That’s how you be lookin’ in the powder snow Flurries blow Wassup you can’t kick it in the two below? Hop in the Kubota doin’ donuts round the studio I was used to hitting nothin now it’s 5 kill streaks Used to take a month to write it Now it’s five this week I don’t do raps now Ima just act wild Map all them thoughts out Then I just blackout I call em “life lines” You say it Bar Out Go till it Tap Out We wanna cash out Break out Who you know livin brighter? Just got sick with the writer Connery with the Walther Draw that heat from behind a Obsidiana tinted bomber Everything I live in is designer Little city livin’ sipping cider But you still can’t see we from the (jump)

My mouth taste Versace We slip in the dark That magic that sloppy That good with a spark Good evening new rubber Keep baby on horse Put Continentals on my whip And my sole With all of that grippy Keep straight when I go Trade a few grips For the Touring Model Four on the floor here I live in the snow Put Palace on head New coke white on the toes I’m talking bout Vans Keep some shit out your nose Pay peso for yayo Snake blowing candles Make good for pocket Then Washington rolls I’m talking to you But more so to my bros What it do now Mitch I’m clean as they come? That mind-over-matter Willpower weapon I know what’s for me And that’s been a blessing You do what’s for you man Don’t get it twisted Know nothin 'bout Dead I’ll just stick with the Judge We play for the East But you know it’s all love We’re here for the feast I been done with famine The first fifty states Is the father I love Father I never had Almighty Patricide Fantasize “Cool buddy” Cool down Analog warmth reverberate Barren Windswept regenerate Resonate Peace is a feeling Heat is a feeling I hope that you feel it In laughter and Chicken noodle oodles Go in to take out the chill and Killing’s a matter of fact Have some respect for the act Everything free range nowadays Free does on the range Free birds flew da cage Ay! Blonded wood in living room This Labrador is hella cute Come hygge for the afternoon You got a key then use it boo Run through It’s 40 past after two Sol is sinking past the pool Delighted for the festival The best of all is Yule Tide carols Arrows line arm arnaments Ornamental Ornamental Norfolk trees Arlanda poppin’ off for New Years Eve Fireworks above the Baltic Sea Winning singing feelin 3 degrees

You won’t ever catch me in the Balmains I live in these HARENCOS We just come out to work I don’t know shit about party clothes Adios To broke boy life in my barrio The 106 dipped but keep consistent The H860 There he go Too cold flow Run it like cardio No Cartier frames yet The focus on audio Soulfull “Sunbeam” slappin’ you cool fools And new tools Traded Mossberg for the duce duce That’s a classic 8-7-0 with the bird loads To put holes In every damn limit the year holds Clear those Old roads Peppered with snow fall We pushed the X3 round the corner And skirrtt off Powdered donuts moments Not a stitch of jewelry on us I’m Matthias to you rodents Check the references you “grown-ups” In the upper echelon Put the pressure on Aerokira All my dealin’ legal Like it’s “eff a misdemeanor” Fill your pockets how you gotta I will never judge ya either I just ain’t into narcotta And I fuckin’ love my freedom Hard to Kill like Seven Seagull Used to pull up in a Regal I don’t drive now I'm a eagle Love to see my people glee-full Nice to meet you Just kidding No need for new friends or new trends You already know that we don’t do blends That’s uncut Biotre baggies bulgin Guji gas Can’t just let it be I hate when customs cut the doublewrap Double back Stuff a couple kilos in a nappy sack And rush it cross the field You should call me "Yung Runningback" Touch down 3 degrees freeze over gold motown Tennessee breeze over CT nouns Now had to give it to ya when we back in hometown That girl too pretty when she wrapped in the sherpa Wanna get cozy and just feel that inertia Bomb cyclone outside I ain’t nervous Bunch of Lincoln logs stacked right of the Persian WANT les purses Flawless verses Sound like worship Of women with the swerved hips Service Might have found god in them soft lips In the Lindisfarne classic Mind on traffic Eyes on the last hit Boot on the gas Goin’ rabbit Team fantastic We don’t do average We don’t do plastic Or synthetic fabrics Cotton addicts Ima keep batting Ima keep swinging till I drop like the Nasdaq Don’t ever put in me a casket that’s creepy as fuck Have my brother spread my ashes or roll em in blunt Now we get to live forever on sonics sort of Couple peace doves flyin' holdin' branches of love