Working my fingers to the bone
I'm just tryna get on
I ain't finna go and sell my soul
Just to break a song
Ima keep making this shit hot
Hear the flames from the words I jot
Ima keep making that shit hot
Scorch the Earth every time I drop
I'm applying pressure
To another f*ckin measure
What's a peasant to a legend
Working til i got it
Its a blessing
Niggas tired of stressing
So I hit the booth
Tryna make this loot
Ye'LIR he a fool
With the loop
No Fruit
Throwing alley oop
I just throw it down
Like Poke-A-Joker Brown
Tryna get my pockets off the ground
Boxing niggas out but I cant rebound
So I recant
Sit back and light up this thrax
See how to get the f*ck from where I'm at
And fast
'Cause any more of this shit
Will make me spazz
And crash
Working my fingers to the bone
I'm just tryna get on
I ain't finna go and sell my soul
Just to break a song
Ima keep making this shit hot
Hear the flames from the words I jot
Ima keep making that shit hot
Scorch the Earth every time I drop
Young Supreme and his team
On some old Atlanta shit
Just some young niggas mobbing good
Tryna run these racks up quick
'Cause I done found myself in a pinch
Do I sit up on the bench
And stack it slow
Or get up in the game
And let shit go
Let it blow on all my foes
I'm going with the latter
'Cause the chatter never matters
Mind on one thing
Getting pockets fatter
I ain't got time
I just got bills
Mouths to feed
So I cant keep still
Working for a mil like a ticket
Get a couple bands then I flip it
Nigga dripping harder than a spigot
Ima John Wick it
Bring a lot of noise while these niggas on cricket
Bring a lot of noise while these niggas on cricket
Working my fingers to the bone
I'm just tryna get on
I ain't finna go and sell my soul
Just to break a song
Ima keep making this shit hot
Hear the flames from the words I jot
Ima keep making that shit hot
Scorch the Earth every time I drop
T. Supreme - To the Bone (feat. Ye'lir) Lyrics
T. Supreme - To the Bone (feat. Ye'lir) Lyrics
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Working my fingers to the bone
I'm just tryna get on
I ain't finna go and sell my soul
Just to break a song
Ima keep making this shit hot
Hear the flames from the words I jot
Ima keep making that shit hot
Scorch the Earth every time I drop
I'm applying pressure
To another f*ckin measure
What's a peasant to a legend
Working til i got it
Its a blessing
Niggas tired of stressing
So I hit the booth
Tryna make this loot
Ye'LIR he a fool
With the loop
No Fruit
Throwing alley oop
I just throw it down
Like Poke-A-Joker Brown
Tryna get my pockets off the ground
Boxing niggas out but I cant rebound
So I recant
Sit back and light up this thrax
See how to get the f*ck from where I'm at
And fast
'Cause any more of this shit
Will make me spazz
And crash
Working my fingers to the bone
I'm just tryna get on
I ain't finna go and sell my soul
Just to break a song
Ima keep making this shit hot
Hear the flames from the words I jot
Ima keep making that shit hot
Scorch the Earth every time I drop
Young Supreme and his team
On some old Atlanta shit
Just some young niggas mobbing good
Tryna run these racks up quick
'Cause I done found myself in a pinch
Do I sit up on the bench
And stack it slow
Or get up in the game
And let shit go
Let it blow on all my foes
I'm going with the latter
'Cause the chatter never matters
Mind on one thing
Getting pockets fatter
I ain't got time
I just got bills
Mouths to feed
So I cant keep still
Working for a mil like a ticket
Get a couple bands then I flip it
Nigga dripping harder than a spigot
Ima John Wick it
Bring a lot of noise while these niggas on cricket
Bring a lot of noise while these niggas on cricket
Working my fingers to the bone
I'm just tryna get on
I ain't finna go and sell my soul
Just to break a song
Ima keep making this shit hot
Hear the flames from the words I jot
Ima keep making that shit hot
Scorch the Earth every time I drop
I'm just tryna get on
I ain't finna go and sell my soul
Just to break a song
Ima keep making this shit hot
Hear the flames from the words I jot
Ima keep making that shit hot
Scorch the Earth every time I drop
I'm applying pressure
To another f*ckin measure
What's a peasant to a legend
Working til i got it
Its a blessing
Niggas tired of stressing
So I hit the booth
Tryna make this loot
Ye'LIR he a fool
With the loop
No Fruit
Throwing alley oop
I just throw it down
Like Poke-A-Joker Brown
Tryna get my pockets off the ground
Boxing niggas out but I cant rebound
So I recant
Sit back and light up this thrax
See how to get the f*ck from where I'm at
And fast
'Cause any more of this shit
Will make me spazz
And crash
Working my fingers to the bone
I'm just tryna get on
I ain't finna go and sell my soul
Just to break a song
Ima keep making this shit hot
Hear the flames from the words I jot
Ima keep making that shit hot
Scorch the Earth every time I drop
Young Supreme and his team
On some old Atlanta shit
Just some young niggas mobbing good
Tryna run these racks up quick
'Cause I done found myself in a pinch
Do I sit up on the bench
And stack it slow
Or get up in the game
And let shit go
Let it blow on all my foes
I'm going with the latter
'Cause the chatter never matters
Mind on one thing
Getting pockets fatter
I ain't got time
I just got bills
Mouths to feed
So I cant keep still
Working for a mil like a ticket
Get a couple bands then I flip it
Nigga dripping harder than a spigot
Ima John Wick it
Bring a lot of noise while these niggas on cricket
Bring a lot of noise while these niggas on cricket
Working my fingers to the bone
I'm just tryna get on
I ain't finna go and sell my soul
Just to break a song
Ima keep making this shit hot
Hear the flames from the words I jot
Ima keep making that shit hot
Scorch the Earth every time I drop
Writer: Terrence Jenkins
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