Lyrics:
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Riding it like a bucket, nigga fuck it (fire another)
I
Who can you trust?
Who can you trust?
I'm surrounded by soldiers down to go to war for me
Their army fatigue is street clothes
Their buckets are
dollar bill in the bucket when it comes past your row. Remember, this goes to help our kids
can't come back if you quit it, uhuh
Learned you can turn nothin' into somethin' 'cuz I've done it
Still tired of ridin' in the bucket, ain't gonna cut it
the mind creates
And the t-h-c adds to the mental elevate
Like Katt Williams said it gives you that “Fuccit”
Won’t see it as bad as the hole
In the bucket
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you
grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's
Keep 'em there
Yo, run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels
Can you feel it?
I used to be rollin' like a millionaire
Cash in a flash,
stay rugged
Meaning land of the Muggets buckets tuckets and fuck its
Kids aborted these niggas extorted they dancing like puppets
The world keeps
Oh when you’re life feels shit and you feel like a hit of heroin in your arm
When your husband says fuck it your hole is like a bucket and he won’t
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you
through
GO!
Kids in a fast lane living for today
No rules to abide by and no one to obey
Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought and care
Another swig
disturbing
Sickest fella, kids with lit endeavors, spit da quickest venom
Reparations deep up in my fathers name
African Sadaam Hussein
Dropping bombs, I'm
on my daughter, I might stab a fuckin stalker (yeah)
And this is getting cruel
They spend years out there lurkin in the kiddie pool
With so much dirt up
the bucket
S'more like a rich bitch in the store shopping
Seven I pop, there'll be a lotta niggas dropping
Majority, minority die when I fuck
But I mean
killer in fact I killed the most
At random though some of them I planned 'em
Fuck it, I kicked your bucket for you, floor you
Got more guns if there's more
all some way enslaved in their circumstances
Shape the way the behave on there battle on the street
That's why these kids ain't got no hope,
Verse 1
I'm chasing a whale
I'm on it's trail
You think I'm small
I'm too big to fail
I'm driving by night
It's in my sights
There's one thing it
“T” short of “FUCK IT!”.
Put my list up in a bucket!
Tonight, I’m feeling lucky!
Welcome to Sin City!
(Foo!)
Welcome to Sin City, baby!
Welcome to Sin
wanted this
But a voice in my head says "Tom, persist
'Cause you quit school, quit ball
Quit your hometown so if you quit this
There is nowhere to go now"
to the poor kids
Being dirt poor school clothes got holes in it
This goes to the rich kids
Ain't seen pain so there ain't much pleasure in it
This goes
sippin', E&J got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin'
Diggin' my ways out of holes by hustlin'
Get that loot, kid, you know my function
'Cause long as I'm alive
I'ma
wants, got needs and both I chase
And now there ain't no debate, this ain't first take
I'm from the 8
Getting baked with the bros in the basement
2018
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