JonathanTaylorThomas

[BONES] Young Jonathan Taylor Thomas, ridin' in a hummer See, bitches like Joe they see me they start to stutter I'm sittin' on butter. I'm smokin' til the sun up And then I roll another and let it burn like Usher Jenny from the block looking bitch just stop You thinkin that you hard but you just a fuckin bop You'll never get respect, they'll never cut the check Bitch, don't hold your breath less you wanna meet death I got a new blade, I'm tryna break it in I'm hopin' that you come up with some shit so we can get it See BONES let em' have it I'm creepin through the alley I hit the blunt once, and fly away like Lenny Kravitz See, I ain't even rappin' See, flowin's just a habit I hope you know what happens if you try to bring me static I'm cuttin' off the lights, you runnin' for your life But really you just runnin' til you run into my knife Dark cold forest, precipitation pourin' See just because you die, doesn't mean that you're important Nobody gon' miss ya, I promise give it time The memory of you will slowly fade up in they mind Your room gets changed, your clothes put away There's nothing like you left it and it hurts to even breathe The smile on your parents just to think it's their intentions They're sayin' that you'll make it, but they know you'll never make it I'm rollin' fast, I'm smokin' slow I'm gettin' cash, I'm blowin' smoke [2x]