You have been a thief, drug dealer and a hustler

And the world is still full of temptation

When God spoke to the devil about how faithful Job was

The devil argued that it was only God's

Protective hedge around him that kept him pure

You can't heal from what you don't reveal

Everybody's real when they holding a piece of steel

Put 'em behind the wall, not many gon' stand tall

Either you crawl or brawl, keep pushing, don't stall

Before getting back on your feet is a small task

He who deserves never should ask for nothing

Just keep your head up

'Cause I been working bum jobs with dumb

Snobs just so I could keep my bread up

But now I'm here in the flesh, you hearing the best

Bars of your life don't compare with the rest

OG of this rap shit

Save the ghetto by waving metal, they call me Bucks the Blacksmith

The black fist, the black sheep of the black fam

Five on the black hand side or the backhand

No sense in tagging your clout or bragging about

Commence to ragging you out and dragging you out

The establishment, it's embarrassing

See me, I need more so we can be more

Just hilarious, and that's word to my nephew Darius

Carry a small black bag with a black mag and clap fast

We surpass a lot of popular artists

What we drop is the hardest

Y'all **** been afraid, served on a dinner plate

No reason pass, I ain't running 'cause my knees are bad

Put me in the front seat with him, bet I beat his ass

And I'ma say this one time, I hope y'all hear this

I got zero tolerance for the weird shit

We spare clips each and every time we hear shit

Spoken about us, this game is hopeless without us

And they ain't hoping to drown us

Cowards, they won't allow us to do what we gotta do

Gradually, actually make casualties out of radio personalities

Either they faking or can't see the big picture

Just know Bucks coming to get ya

Pow, take this with ya

Why the whole city struggling with violence?

Bitch **** tryna muzzle our talent

This shit is childish

Tired of dealing with nonsense from haters

Look around, every bitch now's a content creator

Petty excuse to shake your ass for the 'Gram

Shit is wack, now shake your ass for your man

Ain't no disturbing my words when I'm venting

Old gangsters with podcasts, **** try snitching

Did I mention this young generation different?

Straight stupid, pull up on me, I'm straight shooting

Then go home, sit in my chair, sipping a beer

Watch the five o'clock news, mom shedding a tear

"My baby ain't hurt nobody"

But you still got smoked at Van Vace party

Sorry, but y'all still not listening

These little hoppers need proper guidance, a lot of discipline

Lil Ray Ray wanna be a thug

Honestly, show him a little love, he need a hug

And y'all still not listening

Where's all the strong male figures at home? These boys are feminine

And the studs wanna be tougher than us

Can't even find a pack of boxers, they bought 'em all up

Trust, not tryna be misogynist or homophobic

Dismiss me, y'all pissing me off with the heroics

What y'all don't know is

We got this game in the clutch, don't blame it on us

Just bank for your bucks

Just bank for your bucks

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