Buckets
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
That feel good music
I remain committed
Penetrate the brain, spittin bars on my mission
Enter my tunnel vision, I'm just switching
On this lyrical track through this musical expedition
I create my own lane a stain in this game
My thought wonders around, trekking rough terrain
I share my light from the heart
Wear it on my sleeve
The shadowing doubts lurking
But in myself I believe, now
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Bodyin' the beats
Connectin with the listeners
Punch lines are slappin'
I'm the boxing commissioner
Jaws drop to the floor
Always down for more
It's a heavy weight bout
So I grab a head count
The weights on my shoulders
I shoulder the load
Can't feed you this bread
Dough is no good for the soul
Money's an addiction
That you can't overcome
At what cost?
Selling your soul, cus you're overdone, cus I'm
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
I'mma hit the soul
From the pad to the rhyme
Don't get comfortable
As you recline in my mind
I'm the master, this is my peace
Students quiet
Taking note of the masterpiece
When I record
I'm in my element
Jotting in my pad
Living in my place of residence
Music revolves around me
Shapin up to ball
Last seconds on the clock
Ticking away, I'm about to drop
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
That feel good music
I remain committed
Penetrate the brain, spittin bars on my mission
Enter my tunnel vision, I'm just switching
On this lyrical track through this musical expedition
I create my own lane a stain in this game
My thought wonders around, trekking rough terrain
I share my light from the heart
Wear it on my sleeve
The shadowing doubts lurking
But in myself I believe, now
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Bodyin' the beats
Connectin with the listeners
Punch lines are slappin'
I'm the boxing commissioner
Jaws drop to the floor
Always down for more
It's a heavy weight bout
So I grab a head count
The weights on my shoulders
I shoulder the load
Can't feed you this bread
Dough is no good for the soul
Money's an addiction
That you can't overcome
At what cost?
Selling your soul, cus you're overdone, cus I'm
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
I'mma hit the soul
From the pad to the rhyme
Don't get comfortable
As you recline in my mind
I'm the master, this is my peace
Students quiet
Taking note of the masterpiece
When I record
I'm in my element
Jotting in my pad
Living in my place of residence
Music revolves around me
Shapin up to ball
Last seconds on the clock
Ticking away, I'm about to drop
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Dripping, with the bars, we call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Sandberg
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