Word Is Bond

Yea iight

Check

Word is bon

I spit terror

That lift squads

And fill domes

Such a long way

From comfort zones

This kid prone

Working for the man

Wasn't the plan

But I move on

With this constume for 8 hours

Then I'm gone

Smoked out

For long hours

Ring the alarm

Yea My girl mixed

Too exotic

She two toned

Before they was yelling foreign

And they was still home

I was on the plane

Not knowing where I'm going

13 hours later

Wit Feety and I'm drunk

Things just different

Celebrating different

Always by myself

But bring all the bitches

Sipping on this Gin and juice

My hormones trippin

But my intuition

They ain't worth all the bitchin

So Come kick it

cause I'm kicking

Back flipping

Double tumble

Check how I Clear up the mumble

Yea yea yea yea son

I check my tone

I gotta vent what I’m going through

I gotta vent what I’m going through

Cause that’s why we go through it

Real shit what we go through

I gotta check my tone

Cause they why we go through it

You put it all on me

Im taking those bets

You better follow me

Cause I'm chasing those checks

That's a fact

Checkin who coming

OiYO next

At your neck

Thats the whatsapp group

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Window shopping

Ass watching

Click tockin

No more waisting Days

I'm moving out of pocket

My time piece

Stay in the draw

No reminders

My brain wonders

From these gassed Tundra’s

Wavy for a minute

Now I'm catching grooves

Underground king

Shit I don't follow rules

My pants rolled up

Cause you know socks rule

Tell top dog

Im a black hippie too

My word is bon

It's one of two things I got

Ask tony

He can fill in the plot

She bad from the back

But I'm diggin the top

I’m driving

Retro BMW

Yea it's a drop

I’m lying