[Hook]
How many wanna come try and make my day and ride out on me
How many do it takes to roll (roll)
For sure, you really just don't know (I breaks 'em all off)
How many wanna come test, follow me this waaaaayyy
Better not set me off! Heavily suggest, it'd be best for yall to let that go (x2)

[Verse 1]
They got me caught up I'm bailin in the middle of the crossroads
I steady struggling in a world so cold
I get a little more realish tryna deal with the bullshit of lawsuit
Holding on like a souljah (Yeah)
Flesh the last true humbly united gathering
Only real G's allowed
Open up court, shut 'em down with a speedy trial
Never no never you can see me profound
And these haters are nothing but scandalous they own mama don't even like 'em
So who the hell you call your homie
Will be the same n***a quick to sail your ass up the river
How many wanna deal with the Holier Father
No I don't think you don't want that, nah really
No, that's detrimental so for the most part
You ain't capable, cause this shits original
Remember the whole game, them n***as that got down for they damn thang
Now shit ain't been the same since they came out
I gives a damn what you talking about
It won't make me or break me
Wait, I put the flame on 'em
How many folks that you know still keepin it real?
This shit is like panning for gold
But what you come up with is really silver
Lets see if you can feel what I spill
I still mo thuggin' in my own way
Come up with the pay gotta get the paper
Mean war, tryna take bread off my table
Better check my label before you come try to fade
That'll be like committing suicide
Thats not wise but if you really mean we can get it on, lets ride
[Verse 2]
Hit 'em hard for the next episode
Explode and blow up the whole land
I gotta break 'em off for the most part
I'ma take it to the top and center stage
All the way around the globe, I'ma leave a mark
N***as steady try to woof, but their bark ain't loud
Hardly enough to make a little noise
I'm sending all you little boys back to the lab with that weak shit you tryna voice
Flesh-n-Bone the peoples' choice
Give me one treble, then I must bust ya bubble, on the double
It's nothin, if you want that, You got trouble
I got 'em all, let me still my photo
Flex on 'em with little muscle
I try to work it with a little more hustle than the average
Feel mad at me when I make 'em look sick
Who to blame? These lames comin' off like flies on bullshit
Your best bet to buzz off the scene
How many goons I gots to bust slugs off
Better watch from layin' in the contrast
You don't really want it with us, make your nuts turn to dust
How many wanna come on out, let's play
I'ma leave it up to you to choose the place
Whichever day, We can trade blows
Hate to have to do it, but its time for you to go
Check the swag of a pro, I can drag off some real good dope
You tried them other brands, but it don't come close
My n***as on the east and west coast, and even down south fuckin' with the Bone Thug the most
Come watch a n***a make another killin'
See how many I stack up and how many more enemies I rack up
There's really no matching up
I'll be damned if you n***as think you leavin' me jacked up
[Verse 3]
Who's next, to be my guest?
Come on and make my day
Well nevertheless, whatever bet, you'll regret this
Hard head made his ass soft
Look at his self, check, its best you respect this
Hectic in these days that we're living in, it might be the last
Better listen for the sound of the trumpets
Recognize the signs of the time if you can
Ten years for assault with an AK had me thuggin' in the pen in a real way
Reminisce on how we used to be peelin' out
Burning rubber on the highway, flesh parley
I crept and I came up
And I'm still comin' to lean with the dream team stay running it mayne
They love it how I hit 'em with the sound that's crisp and clean
Dead on 'em like a triple beam
Splitting haters in the middle of the forehead, Drop heat hard
And be on 'em like a ton of bricks
And he's movin' it and he's smooth and he's spinning, oh yeah
So come down now, come again say "come down now"
Feel the vibe of the real you knowin' that he ill
Flesh-n-Bone the maestro, The way to lay it down, got 'em spellbound
Here's a hell of a track, check the level on the digital, give it a little EQ
You never really knowing what the Flesh might do with some sounds and a No. 2 pencil
No stupid, It ain't that simple but I'm known to keep it off the richter
The meter jumping all over the scale
Baby nothin' but hits for sale. Rude up, cookin' in the kitchen