Lyrics 6 PIECE BONELESS - Connxtion

Connxtion

Hennythings possible

Bottle to the face
Im on roll just like a lobster do
Fuck up out the room
You talk too much im getting sick of you
Coughing out my lungs
You full of shit, I caught a nasty flu
Monster in the ring
You rile me up i make a joke of you
Dont know what to think
My head been white, im sniffing elmers glue
SHIT
Pissing, bleeding out my dick
Paranoid up in the whip
Always clutching on my blick
Too stressed out i need a hit
Smiling but i aint nice
White boy but got some spice
Wash your scalp im seeing lice
Bout to sin dont fuck with christ
Wasnt born, my genes were spliced
Fuck you and your family
Leave me lone, ill slap your granny
Pack on me but aint no fanny
Ask who i am like i aint danny

Shoutout alchemy man

Fuck every other restaurant

Alchemy on top man

Shoutout Will

Shoutout Tony Mung

Fuck you

(It is fast as fuck)

Igh, dude gotta bounce
Fuck it, i dont know what to do with the ounce
Got a pound of pills
And im countin up still
How does it feel
To go a thou to a mil
Fountaintop, cus im spoutin the bills
Proud of myself, wearing prada to wills
Droppin the pills and I be hittin the freeway
And these days i be livin like its the sweepstakes
Briefcase, sittin on the passenger seat
Going a hunnid mph thats a thousand degrees
Como se dice, bitch be bouncing my meat
Gotta a hundred thousand people they be countin on me
Tryna say last night was like a past life
But i aint buddhist so that shit was just last night
But I believe in new day, its a newer me
And imma leave this earth more zen than the buddha be
For you to be chill like it
Im tryna be ill like,
But i never really feel like i feel like it
Until i can, run the whole thing by myself
Im done training, im done being boot
And im, Im done chasing, Im done being cute
I run pacers, i run in these shoes
You cant walk a mile, cant do what i do
Like a black n mild leave you smoked
Jump in the pool
Im a classic, a staple, poster boy
First thing imma put you on a poster, boy
If we go hard on this album like we sposed to boy
Boutta turn this to a classic like ode to joy
This my magnum opus
Drop a 2nd project, im back in focus
In Love with the game, im casanova
Have to show ya, ill let you know
Im head to toe, in showmanship
Last LP, had like no assists
Im never pissed off, i get over shit
Sip kristall, on my oprah shit
Yuh
Tony stark, im a chink in the armor
I built scarface think im brian de palma
Montana got the pfeiffer
Soprano got the rifle
And i got the life motherfuckers wanna die for
I dont wanna go to work
Ill be swiping til i die
Aint cyphers when i rhyme
Til im higher than the eiffel
The burj
Work til i splurge
Til im spoiling assholes
In boylan classrooms
Like Virgil