Bones - B A T T E R U P // 8 PM lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Reporting live from the Sewer Th@ Kid, Rap Pack, SESH [Verse1] Hand me down hoodie with a no gold chain on Feeling like DMC back in A4 Hat turned back, kid pushing on my skateboard Cream colour sneakers Life is a cake-walk Once again backs the incredible Here to bring the world some noise So get ready for My racket, smash it Put it in the trash can Other dudes acting Me I'm just rapping All these jack-rabbits, thinking I'm in last place I just broke the ribbon at the finish of this rat race Your far too kind, Thank you all A special thanks to my friends who thought they knew it all Scratch that, I meant to say "old friends" It's at the point in life to where hope it was just hopeless Got sick of smoking, got tired of drinking So I closed my eyes, till I woke to freedom On the five speeding, shifting gears and spitting frees Till I got back to LA, and sparked with the team It's the young hitter, "batter ups" what they screaming Cause every rap that I kicks is as good as my last hit