MXRS - Bone to Pick Lyrics

Cold hearted with a bone to pick, can't get over this
They wrote me off, but they come back 'round cause they know I'm lit
'Gotta walk the road alone, I've been feeling onerous
Soon as shit gets clear cut, I'ma put it on the wrist
Skin peelin' off the cuticles, run it up and get my niggas out them cubicles
Got my family wearin' diamonds at my funeral
Ace of Spades, they at my grave with Don Julio (Don Julio)
Young nigga with his heart broke, shit get so cold
He been trappin' through the rain with them fuckin' old clothes
He don't let nobody in he gon' keep the door closed
Feel that hole in his heart, he gon' fuck them old hoes
When he done he spin it back 'round
And if them niggas push his buttons, he gon' lash out
They say he broke, he done with jokes, he throw his cash out
Somebody save him, suffocating in his bag now, and he won't back down
Words gettin' stuck up in his throat
Kept gettin' hurt by these birds so he stuffed em' in a coat
Tryna find a way to cope, so he started sellin' dope
Cause two things niggas do, they either lie or they smoke
And half these niggas really need confession, they can't be selective
I'm going harder than my beat selection, this a clean profession
A nigga colder than the freezer section, lookin' cryogenic
Two presidentials on my wrist, lookin' like a reelection
A nigga tipped his hat and dipped, I just hit em' with the switch
Different colours on the wrist, lookin' like your vision glitched
Lotta Benji's I done blew, but a nigga ain't a crip
Brown boy still in the dough, yeah a nigga chocolate chip
Break bread and watch em' change on you
Trip to Paris but you still can smell the Pain on you
Lie to your face and say you changed and then they hate on you
I see the sorrow in your face, yeah it look great on you (Yeah it look great on you)
Cold hearted with a bone to pick, can't get over this
They wrote me off, but they come back 'round cause they know I'm lit
'Gotta walk the road alone, I've been feeling onerous
Soon as shit gets clear cut, I'ma put it on the wrist
Skin peelin' off the cuticles, run it up and get my niggas out them cubicles
Got my family wearin' diamonds at my funeral
Ace of Spades, they at my grave with Don Julio (Don Julio)

Cold hearted with a bone to pick, can't get over this
They wrote me off, but they come back 'round cause they know I'm lit
'Gotta walk the road alone, I've been feeling onerous
Soon as shit gets clear cut, I'ma put it on the wrist
Skin peelin' off the cuticles, run it up and get my niggas out them cubicles
Got my family wearin' diamonds at my funeral
Ace of Spades, they at my grave with Don Julio (Don Julio)
Young nigga with his heart broke, shit get so cold
He been trappin' through the rain with them fuckin' old clothes
He don't let nobody in he gon' keep the door closed
Feel that hole in his heart, he gon' fuck them old hoes
When he done he spin it back 'round
And if them niggas push his buttons, he gon' lash out
They say he broke, he done with jokes, he throw his cash out
Somebody save him, suffocating in his bag now, and he won't back down
Words gettin' stuck up in his throat
Kept gettin' hurt by these birds so he stuffed em' in a coat
Tryna find a way to cope, so he started sellin' dope
Cause two things niggas do, they either lie or they smoke
And half these niggas really need confession, they can't be selective
I'm going harder than my beat selection, this a clean profession
A nigga colder than the freezer section, lookin' cryogenic
Two presidentials on my wrist, lookin' like a reelection
A nigga tipped his hat and dipped, I just hit em' with the switch
Different colours on the wrist, lookin' like your vision glitched
Lotta Benji's I done blew, but a nigga ain't a crip
Brown boy still in the dough, yeah a nigga chocolate chip
Break bread and watch em' change on you
Trip to Paris but you still can smell the Pain on you
Lie to your face and say you changed and then they hate on you
I see the sorrow in your face, yeah it look great on you (Yeah it look great on you)
Cold hearted with a bone to pick, can't get over this
They wrote me off, but they come back 'round cause they know I'm lit
'Gotta walk the road alone, I've been feeling onerous
Soon as shit gets clear cut, I'ma put it on the wrist
Skin peelin' off the cuticles, run it up and get my niggas out them cubicles
Got my family wearin' diamonds at my funeral
Ace of Spades, they at my grave with Don Julio (Don Julio)