bucket

The whip not a bucket but it hold a lot of weight

And the piff keep me comfy i be smoking everyday

On my ends scraping money aint no end to this pain

Ain't no coming back i was running fast from my problems

Who you comin with before i let them in i place a call

It's a lot of shit i aint privy to i cant involve

Like being round some niggas who ain't making bread at all

You a counterfit let this sour hit you in the jaw

Bring you back to earth you aint what you said you was at all

Like latley its a fuck you if its a maybe

Like lately yall accustumed to being babied