Bones McQueen & On the Mend - Bacon Strips Lyrics

Don't let the bitches grind you down, yeah
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, yeah
Working on music all day, smoking loud
F*ck is you, we don't fade, ugh
Don't let the bitches grind you down, yeah
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, yeah
Working on music all day, smoking loud
F*ck is you, we don't fade

Check
Getting faded in the dead of night
Grating pigs and getting bacon strips with a serrated knife
Fatal the attraction, she gushing liquids I'm laying pipe
In this game of life, bet I'mma play it right, f*cking tight
I'm onto the bigger and better finer things
Upgraded style and renovated environments
Greatest writer rhyming, my f*cking ego leviathan
We laughing at the smoke like hyenas over a fire pit
Cooking up the beef 'til it's well done, all done
Well son, I told you I could slump 'em with a rail gun
But what if that I told you nothing stronger than a pay stub
Make 'em all behold a pale sun, then I take funds
Bitch, stack all the cash in a black satchel
Quick to action when something's fishy I catch mackerel
I'm like Big Bang grasping the grip of a hand cannon
Open up a f*cking gap in him, wider than grand canyon
Rap was ever only a symptom of my arrogance
Over many years it grew to be my inheritance
All of the bad experience, f*cked up shit my parents did
Served as a catalyst, precursor to a gangster narrative, ugh

Don't let the bitches grind you down, yeah
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, yeah
Working on music all day, smoking loud
F*ck is you, we don't fade