Buck Em Down Freestyle

Buckdown

Go nowhere without
The hammer, call me Thor

No Robert dinero
I need a score

You niggas jay reed
Jus call me god

Brooklyn nigga
You could put me in the Cypher

Niggas say I got bars
Never been to rikers

Stay with a nife or a gun
Call me striker

Rapping like I Ike
I did a bid with sum lifers

You a baby I was moving work
You was in diapers

Talkin all that fu shit
Don't make me hyper

Young boi gun with a scope
Not a sniper

Speaking bout riding
He moving like a biker

You niggas ain't riding
Jus hitchhikers

You know you doin well
They start to dislike you

How y'all gone eat
Everybody think they Michael

No love for a hoe
These bitches is spiteful

Feeling like Malcom
At my window with a riffle

Soon be out in France
Staring at the Eiffel

You scared go to church
Get a gun or read the Bible

No Brady niggas throwing
Bullets fuck a spiral

Broad day head shot
The Clip go viral

Now they gone zip em up
Like the other micheal

Looking at the man
In the mirror my reflection

Only Gs round me
You need another section

Even with gps
They go the wrong direction

Get the work better
Weight it do ya inspection

You can't get no wifi
Mean you not connected

I know how it feel in the struggle
You neglected

Everyday am working on my flow
Till perfected

My brother died before I could see him unexpected

Dumb niggas fuckin up
The pack it's expected

On the road to richies
Soon be projected

Bars ain't dead I
Jus had to resurrect it

Trump president
Nigga I could get elected

They jus wanna fit it
Tryna be accepted

Bodies left on old beats
They gone get the message

Still don't go to a church
Receiving blessings

Money on the block
How tf these niggas stressing

Nigga I ain't leaving the strip
Am getting extras

Putting feet on necks
We applying pressure

Still keep a scale
Jus in case I gotta measure

On the same block
Gotta find me like a treasure

Gods child
But could battle with the devil

Pitching rocks
You think am talking pebbles

Compare me to heuy
Gotta mind of a rebel

Only Time for money
Guess you not on the schedule

Wat you want the gun or sword
They think am dead pool

12 Stopped me with work
I had to be cool

Been trapping
I got a text and had to leave school

Couldn't get. Good meal
Now it's steak or seafood

See you doing good
They gone Try intrude

Hardest rapping now
I gotta include

On another planet
Different latitude

Pml to all the Gs
5 Ps tattooed

Wanna kno my life
I could cook I could bag to

Ima king
I was built for a castle

Duce Duce tucked
For any nigga Tryna wrestle

Did it by my lonely
I ain't never ask you

Wen niggas in they feelings
They be bringing up the past to

Only broke niggas get
Sum money and act brand new

Money over hoes
Why you switching up the plan fool

Get up off ya ass
Why you acting like a damn stool

Cassona mood
Make the pack times2

Listening to carter 2
Money on mind duke

Buckshots going off
You gone see a blackmoon

Need smoke keep it low
Pull up in the back room

Can't smell eshit
Cuz the work all vaccumed

2 Deep riding out
Listening to black moon



Credits
Writer(s): Jahmeel Cupid
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