Bentley

If you were to tell me I’d be at where I’m at now
Back in howell, I’d had said: You in denial now
It’s like a fallen star fell into my hands
Almost got el a bentley but he said he like the Benz now
Lookin’ all around at my team, ain’t no friends
Just brothers, for my blood, I would take one to the head

It’s the lord of the dead, it’s the prince of the tomb (tomb)
Pimp named bones, butterfly be the tool (what?)
Cristal poppin’, smokin’ dope in the pool (pool)
Ain’t familiar with the game? You can read it on the jewels
I love the road but it’s nice bein’ home
The fruits of my labor on the line, hold the phone

Weapon in the back (back), steppin’ to the front (front)
Money on my mind, I’ma do just what I want (want)
Bitch you gettin’ packed (packed), fuckin’ with the skeleton
Get your man sent to hell, fold ‘em like I’m mailin’ ‘em
Weapon in the back (back), steppin’ to the front (front)
Money on my mind, I’ma do just what I want (want)
Bitch you gettin’ packed (packed), fuckin’ with the skeleton
Get your man sent to hell, fold ‘em like I’m mailin’ ‘em (who is that?)

Creepin’ out the door, a quick reminder, gotta knock him out
Diamonds iridescent, neck and wrist lookin’ like a waterfall
Soldiers at my beck and call, bones never fled at all
Better tread lightly, road is icy, you might slip and fall
Who you think you foolin’? We coolin’, pop up and x ‘em out

You not even a blip on my radar, you’re late, now cut it out
Hunker down, buckle up, I’ma take you on a ride
Hundred days, hundred nights, see you make it out alive
Beannighe, waitin’ in the riverbed (bed)
Thinkin’ back on life, shit was so simple then
Then again, I ain’t have much to live for (for)
The day I died, I found out what I was here for

Weapon in the back (back), steppin’ to the front (front)
Money on my mind, I’ma do just what I want (want)
Bitch you gettin’ packed (packed), fuckin’ with the skeleton
Get your man sent to hell, fold ‘em like I’m mailin’ ‘em
Weapon in the back (back), steppin’ to the front (front)
Money on my mind, I’ma do just what I want (want)
Bitch you gettin’ packed (packed), fuckin’ with the skeleton
Get your man sent to hell, fold ‘em like I’m mailin’ ‘em