Buck-I

Tryna get this money
That's my one and only motive
Don't come around my niggas
Cuh we gully and you know it
I dumb down my lyrics for
You dummies to decode it
When I say I've got the belly
That's a stomach full of dough and blud
This is the moment where I slump an opponent
Dump off and then jump in a stolen
You've seen the car check
You know what I'm capable of
Of doing in a car then
It don't take much to get me going
When I was younger
All the olders used to gas us up
Until we realised them brudders ain't
As bad as us we ain't having it
Me and my advocates are adamant
Brudda, you ain't eating with us
Unless you add to it
I'm tryna get the Ps and
All you're bringing is asparagus
I'm old school
I learnt to count on an abacus
Shit hit's the fan
I can't count on no amateurs
It's hard being Casper in a
Town full of cameras

Buck-I, buck-I buck-I, buck-I
Buck-I, buck-I, buck-I, buck-I
Buck-I, buck-I, buck-I, buck-I

Find him in a piece
They'll be my one and only problem
I'm in the streets saying fuck
The world without a condom i live in East
It's always been my only option
I'm in the belly of the beast with
All my people at the bottom
Blud, this is the point where
I roll another joint
All my bruddas put in work
Even though they unemployed fuck the system
On a 60 bag
They can never say people from estates
Are a waste of space and
They ain't got much ambition
I'll rebuild 100
We run the future, how's that our fault?
We cough money, spit back into the ends
When you're friends that are
In the government are too tight to fork out
Scared money off, made no money and
That's why I ain't no stranger
To a court house