[Intro]

Man I thought I had my life set

Fuck a bitch with no balance

Trippy hippies gonna let J.E.T.s

Fuck them over they savage

Undisputed regulations here

Used to carrying baggage

I took my L's and I gave 'em kids

Call me the rap game parent

[Hook 1]

Cause I'm buckin' on back (yeah, yeah, uh)

Bitch I'm buckin' on back

[Verse 1]

Now I

Don't really wanna tell you bout my whole life

Oh well, it'll seed out through the drain pipe

One of these days heat waves and a drone strike

Might drop bombs on us all; nevermind gripe

Low light nights nevеr let up on the lowlifes

Ho might go strikе on the whole dyn' like a loan sign

Probate, pros bite everything anyway never settle for a gold mine

Like tell me the possibilities of me dying soon

Cause I'm an oddity all I do is spew truths

Call it a prodigy; then you get a few dudes

Tryna shut 'em down or they gon' release you

Bullet to the brain, never stay move through

Hit 'em like a train, should I let you choose?

Needle to the vein, it can slain you too

Dang this game never seemed so blue

[Hook 2 x2]

Cause I'm buckin' on back (yeah, yeah, uh)

Lick a little limerick I pick upon a sicker kid in seconds I could be the one to give them all another wish like cancer patients sitting in a room division waiting for a new prescription

Bitch I'm buckin' on back

Everybody scatter in the violence of the matter they gon' gather for the factor I'm a clapper and the master of these rappers; fuck a packer and your flappers; pitter patter little faggers you don't matter

[Bridge\Reversed]

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Laer noisivid si nopu su

Uoy dluohs ylbaborp teg ydaer

[Verse 2]

Sixteen years could've had another vision

Gun in one hand might kill 'em with the mic

I go psycho put me in positions

Why does everybody gotta look at me with fright

I've been labeled as a menace to the fuckin system

But I don't two fucks, ducking in the night

Wonder why women really wouldn't wanna miss him

Take a look at my time batter it despite

I lose myself in this gloomy hell

Who produced the smell cause I'm the fucking shit

Well I don't do well when there's dicks to quell

Look at yourselves you another simple bitch

Every single fuckin record blasphemous

Kinda like street Gangs, (and) cannabis

I don't wanna be the one to kill another homie blow me if you come up claiming you a pacifist

Ding ding ding now time is up

I let the blood leak out into a solo cup

I'm sober drunk; never really gave a fuck

This hopeless love got me in a rope that's hung

Twenty years later couldn't focus shit like pocus witch floating in a potion dish

I've opened this, loading clips

Just in case there's another kid with a fuckin vocal hit

[Hook 3]

Cause I'm buckin' on back

Lick a little limerick I pick upon a sicker kid in seconds I could be the one to give them all another wish like cancer patients sitting in a room division waiting for a new prescription (yeah, yeah, uh)

Bitch I'm buckin' on back

Everybody scatter in the violence of the matter they gon' gather for the factor I'm a clapper and the master of these rappers; fuck a packer and your flappers; pitter patter little faggers you don't matter

Cause I'm buckin' on back

(yeah, yeah, uh)

Bitch I'm buckin' on back