Be Kind, Rewind - Stik Figa, Miles Bonny

Miles Bonny

78.5 Radio

I need mine, I read lines

Want you out the frame, that’s how it’s been designed

Extras in the scene taking up screen time

Stick to the script, hol' up, rewind

I need mine, I read lines

Want you out the frame, that’s how it’s been designed

Extras in the scene taking up screen time

Stick to the script, hol' up, rewind

Lights, camera, action, feel like you ready?

Don’t need favors I deal with the fetti

Might pull the pepper then spill your spaghetti

Word’ll get around town like wheels on the Chevy

Nah, I’ma chill, cut with precision

Everyone a thug in they subdivision

They prey on the weak, like what’s a religion

Probably kill your parakeet then bludgeon all the witnesses

I’m on the mission, vision through spotty glasses

See me sloppy drippin', Dada Damani fashion

I’m on the wave but I’m tsunami splashin'

At local strip malls teaching Pilate classes

Don’t trip, I know your mommy absent

She won Ms. Utah in that '88 pageant

On her lower back, tatted a Bible passage

I’m in the kitchen eating fruit snacks, all in the cabinet, like

I need mine, I read lines

Want you out the frame, that’s how it’s been designed

Extras in the scene taking up screen time

Stick to the script, hol' up, rewind

I need mine, I read lines

Want you out the frame, that’s how it’s been designed

Extras in the scene taking up screen time

Stick to the script, hol' up, rewind

And I’m on my own path, they heard that I hold back

Used to get under my skin like old tats

I guess it’s time to unload, letting that pole smack

But I never blame a hater if his mama smoked crack

Counting this old scratch competition, not close

Go sign a petition if you feel we got smoke

Drop a nuclear bomb, won’t even find a cockroach

Have blood coming out of your mouth like Boskoe

Never bought dope, wrote it all in notebooks

The best-kept secret, somewhere that they don’t look

I guess I’m old fashioned like rappin' with no hooks

Not wifeing a chick if she bad and she don’t cook

Told her go roll a wood, and then smacked her on the ass

Carried the weight of my world, it’s under a gram

Got me feeling fly, and I’m just trying to land

Money music to my ears, that’s why we call it a band

And I need mine, I read lines

Want you out the frame, that’s how it’s been designed

Extras in the scene taking up screen time

Stick to the script, hol' up, rewind

I need mine, I read lines

Want you out the frame, that’s how it’s been designed

Extras in the scene taking up screen time

Stick to the script, hol' up, rewind

Yuh, I need mine (need mine)

Ay, I need mine (need mine)

Ay, I need mine (need mine)

I need mine

A quarter?

Need mine, re-re-rewind

Bitcoin, they take bitcoin at the gas station bro

Buy a wood with a cryptocoin

It’s Stik Figa, mane