Phasing
Check it out, yeah
It's just a phase I'm getting old with
Sticky to my soul just a sound hard as concrete
I take the venom from my veins
Spit it with my bombs while I'm rocking gold chains
Half liquor glass on nightstand
Ashtray on my lap, blunts make me feel like in iced baths
When did Mary Jane get me in love?
'Cause I'm stocked in this shit all the 7-24
Buck's resonance on the beat
Rapping some shit that will be classic for the clique
Got the rainy days on my back
Never a hero, but always out to take a cab and kick some bad guys
Nights lonely and cold
Hundred one synthetic blunts then I'm dazed and gone
Gone
With the shadows on the walls
Hundred two memories I see
That I wish I could just cry
Red dot, I record
When the sample starts to run
It's time to wreak the microphone
From last night I'm stunned
Roll another and I'm here
Different flow, same Buck
Buck
Damn Buck been late
As usual don't wanna do shit
And that's everyday
I'm sick of bitches trying to play
Stereo lies into both ears
But they wanna play you for a man
Yeah
Some love to enchant
Buck got the best shield
Cold blood, dead veins
Barely keep no friends
The tracks in waiting to be dropped
They got me cashed all days
Ok
Two, three, four, five
I don't wanna count all the knives
They've put on my back
Two, three, glock shot
Crossing up the line
Buck send you where there's no way back
Pat pat for the fakes
Don't look back or try be though
You're already on the crosshairs
You trying to get a Scarface
Don't got the time fuck you all
There's no agreement for the lames
Yeah, Phase
Blade hanging from the chain
Blunt of relief, pain packed in my head
White tee, blood stain
Razor cut on my fist
Burn marks on my hands
Dope smell in my hair
Don't get close I'm like a fiend
Baby, always on the burn
Yeah
There's some reaching for my heel
They say that Buck have a stile they never ever heard, ok
Under moon rocks, light on my skin
Never seen during daylight
Creep, hood, blade grabbed
Bending up the scene to my boot
Here you got it, crack
Cold hands for the touch like glass
Deep sight, eyes dead
Aim with the clip and plock
White poison for all the rats
Swag for the pigs in my mud trying to come up
Dope bagged inside the pocket
Got some of these pussies tracking me to try to bust me
Wrong guy of the block
Now you're six feet under ground
Remind the emo with the glock, bitch
Buck
Buck
It's just a phase I'm getting old with
Sticky to my soul just a sound hard as concrete
I take the venom from my veins
Spit it with my bombs while I'm rocking gold chains
Half liquor glass on nightstand
Ashtray on my lap, blunts make me feel like in iced baths
When did Mary Jane get me in love?
'Cause I'm stocked in this shit all the 7-24
Buck's resonance on the beat
Rapping some shit that will be classic for the clique
Got the rainy days on my back
Never a hero, but always out to take a cab and kick some bad guys
Nights lonely and cold
Hundred one synthetic blunts then I'm dazed and gone
Gone
With the shadows on the walls
Hundred two memories I see
That I wish I could just cry
Red dot, I record
When the sample starts to run
It's time to wreak the microphone
From last night I'm stunned
Roll another and I'm here
Different flow, same Buck
Buck
Damn Buck been late
As usual don't wanna do shit
And that's everyday
I'm sick of bitches trying to play
Stereo lies into both ears
But they wanna play you for a man
Yeah
Some love to enchant
Buck got the best shield
Cold blood, dead veins
Barely keep no friends
The tracks in waiting to be dropped
They got me cashed all days
Ok
Two, three, four, five
I don't wanna count all the knives
They've put on my back
Two, three, glock shot
Crossing up the line
Buck send you where there's no way back
Pat pat for the fakes
Don't look back or try be though
You're already on the crosshairs
You trying to get a Scarface
Don't got the time fuck you all
There's no agreement for the lames
Yeah, Phase
Blade hanging from the chain
Blunt of relief, pain packed in my head
White tee, blood stain
Razor cut on my fist
Burn marks on my hands
Dope smell in my hair
Don't get close I'm like a fiend
Baby, always on the burn
Yeah
There's some reaching for my heel
They say that Buck have a stile they never ever heard, ok
Under moon rocks, light on my skin
Never seen during daylight
Creep, hood, blade grabbed
Bending up the scene to my boot
Here you got it, crack
Cold hands for the touch like glass
Deep sight, eyes dead
Aim with the clip and plock
White poison for all the rats
Swag for the pigs in my mud trying to come up
Dope bagged inside the pocket
Got some of these pussies tracking me to try to bust me
Wrong guy of the block
Now you're six feet under ground
Remind the emo with the glock, bitch
Buck
Buck
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Writer(s): Daniel Fernandez
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