Fig Newtons

[Verse One] It's Buck Taylor, world infamous Ask 'em and you'll buy Soul Assassin where we make music and practice muay thai Shoot nines at targets in the shape of {blurred} types I believe those the type that try to take my life By trading money on the board Sell me shit I can't afford Obama part of the system and he just got four more More tours if I could just to keep me out the hood Just to keep me on the road, keep my pocket's slow Keep that product flow coming J's by the hundreds Chris Dorner on the corner shooting dice, homie fuck it We gon' buy a forty ounce and politic the whole night away I stay in the middle of where the cops and robbers play Hey I love a brown skin woman I got no follow up Huh, and all my sister's go... And all the women go... Follow me... [Interlude] I know you can't see what I'm doing. Just try to picture what I'm doing and do the same thing. Feel safe. You good here. Trust [Verse Two] Maaaaan They keep killing black people on Walking Dead so I switched Breaking Bad been my shit that 40 ounce got me blitz Eating Fig Newton's reading 'bout pigs shooting up Asian ladies Television reality is making our babies lazy Crazy maybe, even I'm thieving my air time Just to get the message out on how we short on our time Sign of our times Written in L.C.D. screen lights With sponsorship from a media outlet that tells lies The cycle is sick and not the kind of sick that Big Duke is The kind of sick that only get injected by the stupid Losing sight of our blood line Look at how this rap is Shit that rappers hate is the shit that rapper's make And I give up like I'm tapping, tell the ref to get him off me Empty bottle, fully drunk, I need to chase it with coffee And I'm prolly gonna puff Pockets on stuck Let's see if my baby mama can spare me a couple bucks