Wild

Tobaccos on the ground
I'm filled up with madness
The bad news that had me sick now got me bow down
Headphones bumping some shit that got me aggressive
And hanging from my neck a chain I swore would never dress me
The big ten seconds of breathe ain't fucking working
One till the ten, hundred times
I'm done counting
Laying on the track of pain
Hoping to be hit out
I'm not a kid now
I'm swimming through the deep down

See we grown, but never took it as a crown
Life's punishment is the suffer of the crowd
The things you enjoy, they all gon' give you cancer
Take the sun, light cigarettes then take answers
We breathe pollution out the industrial plants
We're all smokers with no packs, with no bags
Your pocket is empty, the world's full
Stack your money, better quote a new lungs

A giant rage inside of me that can't explain it
Glock nine busting heads, give me relief
Finna lay down big fishes on the floor
All my rage against world, there ain't no doubt
Wouldn't give a fuck about that
But they try hard on disguise it
Motherfuckers making racks, hiding up disasters
Blasted motherfuckers get out of my zones
Forest always be my home until my tomb

Now there's chemicals in every shit you go and buy
Need a paper called dollar for your own survive
Watch the bastards getting rich with others sweat drops
From the top of a building with their small nuts
Medicate us with some shit that got us more sick
Ilegal mark on the drug don't give em' more bills
Pull and push, bitch don't play with my freedom
Do you wanna bet? The jungle's my casino

Do you wanna bet? The jungle's my casino
Wild Buck
Wild Buck



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Fernandez
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