Letras
You know, you know
Buck, ah, shit fam
You said it's been about four years, cuz
What you saying fam
My advice, don't boot air
To rap, Jude's been bugging me all year
I'm on the righteous vibe, I'm all ears
But if you violate, I might forgive the all clear
Tryna avoid shots lickin'
'Cause we ain't really down with the politickin'
Can't if dude's got me trippin'
I'm with my ninjas, free words, oh, yeah, grippin'
It's all garbage, bag of chat
Gigs like butt, manage me, you don't have to rap
I ain't down with that wack fame
Buck, bout to go Diddy on this rap game
Went from stabbings, brothers tryna lunge at me
To doin' films with Big Muck out in Hungary
Through the back door I slipped in, thought I just starred in it
Nah, I wrote the film, Victim
Effortless, Shut, and won't mention YMC
Bottoms and some two tone Grensons
Stylish, flash bod
Sushi sama conversatin' over black cod
It's like Shakespeare, Macbeth
Kick ass too, my nigga play Black Death
Come a long way from pushin' that loud
I'm on the red carpet with Muslim Bilal
One nigga, three chicks
Woolly Hood shoutin' out Free Fix
Old school nanks out thirstin'
No rest for the wicked, up first thing
Mic burstin', niggas up puttin' that work in
And my lawyers just puttin' that perk in
I thought I might bring it in person
Confirming that chauffeur
Watch this bread just burnin' that toaster
YG's posted servin' that poker
Watch that ting short skirtin' that sofa
Mic turn the man over
No blackjack when man's turnin' that choker
Back of the whip just turnin' up Oprah
Box on the phone confirm it's kosher
Few little improvements
You should take note, these niggas on movements
How can they teach when niggas just students
Some niggas smokin', man they're just users