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[Verse 1] Getting business nothing but a reaction Fresh ? , dope bitch I get it crackin' Uh, OK my mind is in another state We are not the same kind, why you tryna' underrate Matter fact, don't rate at all On the beat I go nuts, weight King Kong balls Shades at night, Bukk Ray Charles And you can go to Hell in some propane drawers Fuck my life nigga, Kurt Cobain law My daddy called me and told me to call on God The whole conversation I was thinking Nicki Minaj The crowd applause, but do I know what they yelling for? All I know is backstage I'm clucking another whore Getting head, thinking of another metaphor Uh, wait, have we ever met before? Hoes will be hoes so I can't blame Carrie Hoes will be hoes so I can't blame Kristina Fucked her with no condom so I can't blame Brianna Long story short, nigga that's a lot of drama Comma, remember always gotta keep it player Right now young nigga buzzing like a pager Or that Bob Marley, play that Major Lazer Nigga fuck a hater, riding like a skater Take her to my lair, I don't ever pay her Feel blessed if you chillin' on my good side Play that Gin and Juice, I like the way that hood ride Matter fact pour me one Zone for the three, gotta score me one I don't give a fuck about ya' like some religion A long time ago I had to close that book All eyes on me, take a second look [Dialogue: Bukkweat's Mom] My son is Felton Lynn-Joseph Jr He was born in 1990, he's always been a really good baby I can remember him, he was seven days old And his father took him outside, and it was like eight o' clock at night And the stars were out And his father held him up, up to the stars [Verse 2] Bruh gotta go hard like the X-Games Super Bowl flow, kill all these rap lames ? I call that giving back mane' Roll 'em up, smoke 'em up, cop another sack mane' Shawty' look good in my wife beat But I'm heir to the game, that's who my wife be Swag on check, like a muh'fuckin' Nike I'm in that water like a muh'fuckin' Pisces New Smyrna Beach ? , you can find me Keep the flow pumping like an I.V If Joe got beef, I'm sloppy Came from a broken home, no Cosby's I ain't lose my mind, my mind lost me I paid my dues, and what it cost me ? I'm not a two-timer Before I go I gota tell my mama Rude boy rasta, recruiting shottas Dreads in the air everywhere like Flocka Only real G's will remain on my roster Turn these noodles off, niggas anti-pasta I wear my heart on my face where you can see it I show a lot of love but I don't keep it Real close to the money like I been a friend Now I'm gonna leave y'all alone, thanks for listening [Dialogue: Bukkweat's Mom] But during the course of my pregnancy He would always take his guitar, and put it to my stomach And he would always stroke it He says my son is gonna be a famous musician one day He's gonna know music from A to Z He start doing beats, he start um, um, rapping Um, he start selling his beats To different artists in the local Florida region At the age of 14, he also sold his CD's at the schools Um, that he attend And um, at that point he just never gave it up During the course of him being 14, and selling beats You know, take 'em to school He'll take 10 to 15, sometime 20 And when he came back he had cash money