Lyrics:
pray
So ready to top the billboards play by play
And when I blow up the whole team go be on
I'm heading for the ocean I done skipped the pond
nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at where you at
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
Puttin em Koolaid hats
In ta
Made a mistake trading blows with the Apex Rex
Winning's not in your cards, so I'll discard the deck next
I'm game, you're game, I'm the predator
123 let's go
Bout to fucking blow
Every morning like what's up
Time to go and run it up
Ima make some hundred bucks
Just trading the fucking flux
and rot
When you bleeding on the streets everybody gonna watch
I just keep the peace I’m rolling solo
No fights on the mic no one acting like dodos
I don’t
If you don't know by now
There ain't another me
I'm berry cherry sweet
And I won't cry crocodile tears if you leave
So d-d-d-d-don't,
with that buck shot bitch
Keep it a buck fuck up a check while I'm heatin em up
Eatin' the muff keeping it G while the reaper is cleanin em up
Even you
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk comin' in stacks, bullets comin' from gats
So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck
I'm jammin'
to face it
A tear jerked, doin' the buck
95 North, 200 miles from New York
First reaction, called up son, what happened?
I was in my bed
When I heard niggas
even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"
Me holla respect, to all the gun
even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"
Me holla respect, to all the gun
I'm in her tummy, huh?
No, no, not no tummy tuck, don't give no fucks, don't give no fucks (Bitch)
This not no Giannis, get a Buck
Hard work don't need
a wraith on the scene, I'm reachin two years in age
left by a pole in and pamper and sheded tears full of rage
I told her I want to go, and that's
OPEN UP YOUR HEART
(Buck Owens)
« © '66 Blue Book Music »
Open up your heart and let my love come in
Open up your heart and let my life begin
all about that BLOW)
I'm your BLOW supplier, the hoes admire
My whole attire, my rims and tires, niggaz wearin' wires
(Actin' like they want to do
that's a real rap nigga deal
In 99 I'm droppin niggaz like flies
Fuck flowin, I'm turning niggaz into Jesse Owens
Cock the four pound, keep it going,
flowin', I'm turning niggaz into Jesse Owens
Cock the four pound, keep it going, I'm in your dresser room layin'
You bitch ass niggaz just start prayin'
my bitch, Jesse Mayer
The Compton thug
Gettin' love by many
But I'm hated by masses
So fuck they asses
Niggas say they men
And they large, but
I said "Buck into you with my rambz"
But I dashed it away, bucked into a fed
(Phew)
And I've lost, I'm tapped in my head
So buck into me right now,
semi by my gut
A nigga tempt me fire up
I let that sig blow light em up
I say I ain't got that hazy
You know I got that kush
Niggas rolling on that dirt
lost
It's like I grind for nuttin'
They say I'm next to blow
I'm feeling like my time is coming
Cah I never had the brightest start
Big shank by my
men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin
Automate and keep it goin, right and exact
Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em
Stop looking for something to say
I'm drilling i'm looking for pay
The villain is filled with the rage
The blaster he gonna let spray
Who's this
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