Lyrics:
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
get ferocious
In a little while
And things won't simmer down
Till he shimmy out of town
With his soldiers and his women
But for now, don't let him drown
and wait with bated breath for what I write
Win without and within, each album will be white
Pop plenty champagne in my own private plane
Only lines, no
liver is
Corrupting all his ligaments
Now he's at a standstill so tell me if he'll live again
The fire in his heart, still seem to be simmering
Now
Dictatorship of wolves, dictating to the sheep.
Dictated to by fools and half the public is asleep. Wrapped in cotton wool like we are covered in a sheet. Like
understand
That's why old bands are killing it
We all love the familiar
Still touring stadiums with albums from last millennium
Give the new guy a look-in
burn in pipes
I am not the urgent type
You Gerber and I murder tikes
Only give her dick if she thick and she work it right
I'm clockin in and grab
I hold my own cannon and shoot just as fast
Move with select few
don't fuck with lil dude
Or little pistols
Strictly the big are you's
'Cause
Got more followers than you got dollars
'cause you only lit on TikTok
Fourth quarter droppin' so that I
Could cop a fifth spot
Money foldin' in a big
texts and your tweets anymore
Nasty kids in the shadows are leading Joe to the gallows making their bids for the big power seat
Next up is Kamala, she
put on some
Pink and stop tryna be hard
Say they want the real rap like Big
And Pac put 'em in charge
But I could take that "Rap God" flow
Out my ass
the city homey you know where I'm from
All these fools bitched up only hard with a gun
I'm trying to get all bread homey fuck a Little crumb
I was raised up
this by myself and they didn't know why
Look up in the sky when it hit low tide
Tell that bitch goodbye
Gotta live my life
Im a man with rights and they
first album this year
People close to me know I been taking too long to move forward
My niggas put a big chip on my shoulder ain't no grower
I presented
shoulders
Got a little older, now no choker by slave owners seem doper
Rather have freedom from debt
Quarterly trips, me and my bitch in gentleman's quarterly
Underground, any city I come in town
It's touchdown, Hail Mary, gettin' to the dough like Pillsbury
All night, don't feel worried
High up is where we will be
call me Big Bun for nothin'
No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest
Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest
Botty bwoy you come dead,
nigga do yo thang its only one way cant change lanes gatta live large fuck maintain chopping
the bitch with my nigga man this shit too easy i be in
might be a hater but you'll change your mind 'bout my music so thanks in advance
You live in the moment, I feel the expanse
Must be at a show 'cause I'm
a queen waiting there, a queen I tell you, haha
With a silvery crown
In a little shanty in Shanty Town
And I've played with the big stars
Down East
the old
That they don't even follow
They cheated early gains
Now our lives are lame
But only in the brain
For people who want to live that way
But that's
[Prodigy]
I hold my own cannon and shoot just as fast
Move with select few
Don't fuck with lil dude
Or little pistols
Strictly the big are you's
Cause
mugged if ya go downtown
I live back in the woods you see
My woman, my kids, and my dogs and me
I got a shotgun and rifle and a 4-wheel drive
A country
live this way for me
I need it for y'all
Put a Bean in my drawls
I Call my grandmother by her middle name cause she a queen to us all
Shout out to Gussie
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