WHERE'S BONES?

(They're all asking the same question, where is Mr. Bones?) Royalty XMJ in the damn spot and he bagging it RIP to my old shit keep that in the cabinet You think that I'm joking you think that I'm laughing it, when I get this bag you know I'll be bragging it All of you bitches best move out the way leave the spot leave the place cuz you know that I'm tagging in Do ya think that I'm silly? Don't think I'ma last in it? Listen here bitch let me tell you what's gon' happen (Yuh, Yuh) I cook up a album that's simply immaculate Imagine not fucking wit me that'd be saddening Any y'all bitches that say I ain't popping can suck on my dick how it taste? Hope it's fattening I got the shit that you need, what you lacking in? Fuck what you think, you know what I do baffling Fuck all the substances, drugs, and the fashion and This who I am so let's get to unraveling Snap on a beat or two, features I bagged a few, I should be up like four spots on your top give Wait till I'm stacking blue, you gon' be mad you threw, even though you went and switched up like 6 times 7 + 8 where it started at I just stay grinding fuck all of that Nine different drafts of the album yuh That's 45 reasons to why I am him I ain't making music lil' bitch I make hymns I'm taking this ball and I put it in rims I'm tryna get out there I'm tryna make M's Take blood sweat and tears and I put it in pen Need me a studio, need me a gym I'm tryna beat Kenny I'm tryna beat Slim Fuck what you say cuz I know I'm a ten I just finished counting yea wait till I trend Uh yea fuck that Know I'm above that Shit I made previous that's when I sucked at Cooking this shit but I'm back and I'm up that Bitches my age nowadays they go puff that Puff that Take ya damn song and I puff that Ask for a feature you had to of puffed that Yo music is garbage, this album just started, and it's better than all of yo shit bitch I puff that Uh yea, where it at Where the fuck my money at Should be getting paid for this shit cuz I'm cooking that Grinding for days on this shit yea I'm cooking that Putting my pain in this shit yea I'm cooking that That's who I'm talking to bitch who you looking at? Hop off my bitch you too goofy to bag her ass Stepping too close? Then it's over remember that If I had a stick it'd be aimed at your Gothic ass Puff that, puff that Oppositions, puff that Cook you on a song I don't need any hands to puff that Try and fuck me up, I'm sure the squad ain't gonna love that Talk my shit and do my work I'm grinding for the comeback Puff that, bitch I said puff that, bitch I'm just done with the playing yea fuck that shit Should be focused on music instead of this shit But I'm stuck with this baddie tryna play wit my shit But that's okay Got it made Album here, hip hip hooray Grind mode on know I don't play Grind until I get some pay Got it made Got it made Album here, hip hip hooray BLOOD, SWEAT, BONES you just hit play Sit back, enjoy this shit I made (Yuh)