GhostWridah
Текст песни Buckets

Mama I want to ball, I've been dreaming about a cake like Beyonce
A couple nice in Paris and feel them all day
When I was raise that's no future for a black man
At least you dripped, I've been that for crock sails
I crock ...so just I could crock shits
Open the …loyalty it's long as …
Bad …for my couple ex homiest …
You'll be up for best on it…
That's the little nigga dream
Knocking …with a little bit esteem
Tripping …on my flows, I am enemy with what ever
Might even stay …no disrespect the career
Open letter to my fans, I hope you see my efforts
'cause mister you don't fuck with me and check us, how gonna check us
I'm eating haters for breakfast …right versus

…I'm a beat with it
Won't play yell, you ain't in compete sweetie
But the day that's coming, are borning …
When each …it's kind like my blessing
Steeling my …too young to even be stress
Keep my eye on my engel they must took me for a place …
I've been waiting in this room all so chill
Looking like rappers, like how the fuck you got a deal bitch
The day you struggle it's that a real nigga deal with
Shot up to any one I had to split a meal with
Future for a big burkes, I'm gonna feel shits
That's how it's sound when you give 'em real shit
Buckets, buckets, buckets
That's how it's sound when you give 'em real shit
Yeah,