Bundy & Sincere

Yeah, yeah, Eastside Uh Bullshit run a marathon Rap shit got my parkin' Bentleys on a lawn Continental Ts, got that red label on ours Don't confuse me with these other rap frauds I'm a crocodile in the swamp, them niggas is little frogs Back to back, G bodies, Chevies with my dogs Freddie safe full of fetti, plottin' another heist Already, I'm ready, already outside Three in the morn', like Bundy told Sincere My nigga come on, I'm 'bout to start blowin' the muhfuckin' horn I'm tryna get everything I want painted and rimmed up Before the fall really hit This jet life shit, ESGN, sippin' juice and gin Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind Money and yo' bitch, both on my line Told shawty that I can't make it Told money I'll be on the way, quick Sands in the hour glass, so goes the days of our lives Make sure you touch something luxurious before you die Light one for Mac Miller, Blue Slide Park in the sky, still in here Yeah Rest in peace, Mac Uh, wet dope on the Bounty paper, I lay it down Let it dry, you can leave the money and stick around Feel like I'm stuck in the system, runaway slave child My lifestyle straight out the gang files Can't drank, insane, bunny rabbit five game Rest in peace Big Lord, he took a thigh shot in the main vein Bitch, I rap for fun and sell that coca leaf to maintain Niggas gettin' a check off of that Meth, I made a lane change Walter White, walk the wheat Cookin' up that Jesse Pink Niggas'll open up they mouth to talk some shit But they don't often eat Me and my comrades is well fed Sincerely yours, unfadeable Fred Kane What else can I say? I say You kept it real, today