[Chorus: Mach-Hommy]
Grown to the waist side
That’s not all right
Bones at the gravesite
Shall not shadow light
Know what it taste like
How y'all swallow pride
Can’t lay down got a lotta light

Grown to the waist side
That’s not all right
Bones at the gravesite
Shall not shadow light
Know what it taste like
How y'all swallow pride
Can’t lay down got a lotta light

Grown to the waist side
That’s not all right
Bones at the gravesite
Shall not shadow light
Know what it taste like
How y'all swallow pride
Can’t lay down got a lotta light

Grown to the waist side
That’s not all right
Bones at the gravesite
Shall not shadow light
Know what it taste like
How y'all swallow pride
Can’t lay down got a lotta light

[Verse: Mach-Hommy]
Freezing cold rain
North Face
I’m tweaking off the ease is charmain
I catch the 5 out of town and call James
The boy changed
I clap watch ya catalogue drain
Magazine matching ammo on the hammer, no way
I pass the mac, watch the cabbage concave
When Palpatine slammed the gavel, crackers have to obey
My habitat, that’s a rather long way
A drama queen ass was frazzled when the amazon came
Had to have it rational, ratchet passed it off-case
Parfait
The [?] was bruja’d
The grass was on clay, smoke you like that east side pressure, comprende?
Nah, no Scooby-Doo-wop-pop
Strictly tiddles with fingers on the crotch
My name jingle like James Todd, boy stop
The smith is on the try, shoot a gangster like Gordon Willis, for shock
Through the chamber like villain in aqueduct
When liquid spirits cómo estás?
Luis Valdez, pachuco Ritchie Valens on the route to wild bread
The day that music die, the shooters bow heads

[Outro: JuJu Gotti]
Life moves pretty fast
If you don’t stop and look around every once in awhile
You could miss it
Young Bueller