Lyrics Ghetts – Buck–I
Text:
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
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 hits 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
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
Buck-I, buck-I
Buck-I, buck-I
Buck-I, buck-I, buck-I, buck-I
Buck-I, buck-I, buck-I, buck-I
