Buster Blader

Royal repping mother fucker
Coming straight up from the gutter
If he say he want that smoke then imma send him to my brothers
If he pull up on me they gone make it sound like thunder
I don't gang bang ian worried bout your color
I never kept a stick but I could get it from the cupboard
Tryna fuck the game but I ain't boutta use a rubber

I'm going hard the Royal Runner
Still ain't gone fall I'll recover
Hit the beat may press them others

Fucking up these verses daily
Rappers know I still go crazy
Don't Wan flex no fake Mercedes
Tryna go hard till I'm failing to breathe
I'm chasing cash till it hold up my jeans

Still smoke plentiful bags of the weed
Still got them brothers who fighting disease
Not gone settle for no damn lean
Not gone drink no Hennessey

I only care to kill these beats
I used to fuck with LSD
Now it's a different life I see
And I have grown more than it seems

I always rep the royal team
I don't speak lies don't speak deceit
I rap my life my future bleak
But I'm gone rap until I eat

I spit these tracks and smoke my green
I think my past is fighting me
I drop these batches constantly