Indiana Jones

Im just tempting them to bury me alive Now I just want what Ive come for Dont waste my time Yeah yeah Been beat down and yet still Im in my prime Yeah yeah Cross me then I might just end your fucking life Running out the way It ain't safe I stay out of sight I go set it straight We dont play If you ain't my type Want my artifacts then ill be straight Tryna find my light We MIA At a place that no one will find Hey Imma run through my opps With an alias like Mr Jones When I pass through the block Let me handle this shit on my own Meeting up at the drop F*ck up the spot my covers blown Ill still come out on top Blood sweat and tears into my bones Its all looking too familiar Its in the family I want the candy I aint worried bout the figure Baby a baddie and I gotta have her She got looks that could kill you Ill change my ways but I want the treasure Turn me into a chameleon Because thats the way that Ive been built Why you tempting me Good luck tryna keep track of my temper Knock me ill still get the f*ck up I ain't afraid to offend you You spoke down on my fam Caught up in a fender bender F*ck your sorry Put that in the mail and return it to sender Double cross me I promise your dead to me Turnt up Turn the dial to destiny Burnt up Got the heat in my weaponry They my sons I should get a vasectomy Im raiding this crusade Im tryna save a fucking long lost memory Leave them shook They decided to step to me Cook a scheme like its my little recipe yeah Hey Imma run through my opps With an alias like Mr Jones When I pass through the block Let me handle this shit on my own Meeting up at the drop F*ck up the spot my covers blown Ill still come out on top Blood sweat and tears into my bones Play with the stick like a drum line Little bitch say Im not big deal But I got indie in my bloodline Life is nothing but a runtime Till it runs out Got the guns out Snoop around see what you fucking find I stay one step ahead A ghost in your head an I could run you out your mind I pull up at the drop Tryna outdo myself till Its turnt up a notch My temple of doom know I come from the spot With that boom boom boom Way I blow through the opps F*ck it run that back Im too real Im fucking nostalgic Im the one or whatever you called it Want the gold I aint here for the talking Cold hearted Im sick and Im starving I need a medic Bad bitch she provide me a relic I would rather die than have to sell it The story better if Im still here to tell it Yeah Old soul like Harrison Ford Old foes they want all the rewards On all fours with they ear to the doors They all fold from what I got in store I just send them the code Heart of gold but got a venomous soul Strike a blow then I set it in stone Think that Im reaching my end of the road Indiana Jones