Bundy & Sincere

Yeah, yeah, Eastside

Uh

Bullshit run a marathon

Rap shit got my parkin' Bentleys on a lawn

Continental Ts, got that red label on ours

Don't confuse me with these other rap frauds

I'm a crocodile in the swamp, them niggas is little frogs

Back to back, G bodies, Chevies with my dogs

Freddie safe full of fetti, plottin' another heist

Already, I'm ready, already outside

Three in the morn', like Bundy told Sincere

My nigga come on, I'm 'bout to start blowin' the muhfuckin' horn

I'm tryna get everything I want painted and rimmed up

Before the fall really hit

This jet life shit, ESGN, sippin' juice and gin

Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Money and yo' bitch, both on my line

Told shawty that I can't make it

Told money I'll be on the way, quick

Sands in the hour glass, so goes the days of our lives

Make sure you touch something luxurious before you die

Light one for Mac Miller, Blue Slide Park in the sky, still in here

Yeah

Rest in peace, Mac

Uh, wet dope on the Bounty paper, I lay it down

Let it dry, you can leave the money and stick around

Feel like I'm stuck in the system, runaway slave child

My lifestyle straight out the gang files

Can't drank, insane, bunny rabbit five game

Rest in peace Big Lord, he took a thigh shot in the main vein

Bitch, I rap for fun and sell that coca leaf to maintain

Niggas gettin' a check off of that Meth, I made a lane change

Walter White, walk the wheat

Cookin' up that Jesse Pink

Niggas'll open up they mouth to talk some shit

But they don't often eat

Me and my comrades is well fed

Sincerely yours, unfadeable Fred

Kane

What else can I say? I say

You kept it real, today