Lyrics:
I came in the game with a stiffy cause i knew i was gonna fuck it
She fucked my friend so i fucked her friend
Tell me why is she pouring buckets
I
puff pass
In the back they choking
You stepping I’m smokin
I’m flexin I’m floating
Still Stoner still rollin
We goin for global
Goin for buckets
Get
my bucket list
Look, but there's somethin' that I must admit
I might not be the motherfuckin' toughest kid
But I'm the strongest man, I got the largest
Wonder what it's like, how a ni**a kill a ni**a on sight
Did he hesitate? Think about his life, think about his kids, think about his wife?
But
could talk all night
In my mind, there's sand aplenty
Grains by the bucket, more coming soon
You can almost see the tide lines
If you focus on my eye
let it
Don't let it affect the way
You think…like "this is it"
Oh, this is it? That's all there
Is for all these kids?
These warriors? A never ending
let it
Don't let it affect the way
You think…like "this is it"
Oh, this is it? That's all there
Is for all these kids?
These warriors? A never ending
You got the dreams right ahead keep your head up kid
Henny in the cup with a side of water
I took the lambs and I put 'em out to slaughter
And I ain't
I'm the real
Now I'm booming back and forth, lighting these shows on fire
After all from day 1 this has been my desire
Small kid in a big town,
you're not amusing or
Amused as you're abused
By the mic I hold in your other right
My left appendage
You're being abused by this mic that
I hold in my
wants there head in the bowl
So I've been told, "Any hole is a goal"
But if that hole isn't gold
Then I don't know, I guess I'm off on my own
Here we go!
I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies on the butter
Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching
score in my back yard
My daddy fat and he poor it ain't that hard
My dad republican but he live on unemployment
Farming don't bring no enjoyment
Kid's
from him since
You know about life after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
Either you
a chair on his skull)
Oh
Next thing I know I'm in anger management
Neglecting to ever say that I ain't able to manage it
But, office is calling me there's
the begining just wait and see
They can scream but there's still no shaking me
Red rum red rum's all i hear
Everytime that I'm here and glance up in the mirror
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on
You spend your whole life dropping nickels in the bucket, wakin' up at dawn
And while Jackie bestowed the joys
a window hole,
a hundred yards away,
is all they ever gets to know
about the regular light in the day.
And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin',
bitch you didn't put lotion in
The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old widow
With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk then
Smoke
tailored, only the Coogi shit
I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid
My mom reminisce on the late nights
When I used to reel 'em in with the straight
bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit
Who at the bottom of the bucket and top of the totem pole, enclosed
In another hole I can't get out of
Imma say it louder
We posses the power that we
already with a tan
Playing golf, before the sun comes out
Jenx Rahms with no handicap, but with a bucket hat
No polo in my outfit
I don't like that
Rockin
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